Desert was thoroughly dumbfounded. The force of the slap sent him flying through the air, his body crashing to the ground and his mind plunging into chaos.
What had just happened? Weren't these natives summoned by him?
Yet, the ordeal was far from over.
Whether intentional or not, the Ghost Emperor's slap managed to send Desert tumbling onto another native.
This one was only of Imperial rank, but he was imbued with a forbidding power. Without uttering a word, he yanked Desert off the ground and delivered another ear-splitting slap.
Smack, smack, smack!
Ten slaps in a row, each one a clarion toll of humiliation.
By this point, Desert's face had swollen to a caricature of its former self, a grotesque mask of buffoonery. Even the ghost energy coursing through him was tainted by the taboo forces these natives wielded.
