Liu Zhenhan sneered twice, drawing his greatsword from the chest of the Holy Knight, Thomas, scraping blood from the blade onto the Death Lord's Ring, the black eyes of the mask on it.
A wisp of dark smoke rose from the mask of the ring. A hideous skeletal head slowly drifted into the nostrils of Thomas, still mounted in the saddle, with an eerie disembodied grin.
There was a creaking sound, the stone skin on the body of the Holy Knight suddenly cracked and then slowly disappeared.
Thomas, the Holy Knight's body, first swelled like a balloon, then rapidly shrunk, finally becoming gaunt with a 'psshhh' deflating sound. A red mist permeated from his pores, carrying a strong rotting smell. The handsome face of the Holy Knight turned into black charred mummy flesh. His deep brown skin dried and burnt, his eye sockets sunk, his eyeballs no longer there, leaving behind desiccated black cotton like substance, his original golden hair also turned grey white, as if in an instant.
