"Princess of the Netherworld?"
Morganna chuckled coldly. "Heh, have you forgotten who gave you the power to protect the Netherworld?"
Despite the force that was temporarily holding back the Soul-Reaping Bell, Morganna merely scoffed, clearly unimpressed.
"If you're not willing to take off that crown, then I'll help you crush it."
The energy flowing through the three formations suddenly surged, and in an instant, the power of the Soul-Reaping Bell multiplied several times over.
A chilling wind whipped up, filled with the wails of countless tormented spirits, as if the very air was alive with their suffering. A massive, bloodthirsty maw opened wide, ready to devour everything in its path.
Wherever the wind swept, its deadly force, designed to obliterate souls, could instantly erase any ghostly presence. But before the ghost soldiers guarding the Netherworld Citadel, Erelyn, drawing on the power of her crown, was still holding on.
