"Enough with the laughter; it's hideous, like a shattered gong," Chen Feng huffed with disdain. "You really think others are unaware that you found a new vessel? You haven't appeared in this world for over a thousand years. The world has changed—it's not yours anymore. Better you lie peacefully in your grave!"
"Is... is that not Abaham?" the two girls asked in horror.
"No, Abaham is dead. This person is a Corpse Witch; it has resurrected by using Abaham's body." Chen Feng, with his Eyes of Purity, had long noticed the corpse aura emanating from him—it seemed the Corpse Witch had indeed resurrected through Abaham's body.
"Giggle giggle giggle... Pitiful humans, you've disturbed my slumber. I shall make you my slaves, kneel and kiss the back of my feet, begging for my mercy..."
The Corpse Witch King giggled periodically, twitching as if it was still not quite accustomed to its new body.
