"Next, I'll dismantle your Ghost Body," Shi Feng's voice had barely faded when two White Bone Ghost Claws, formed of condensed bone and nearly as large as the Ghost King, emerged from the Void. One claw grabbed an arm of the Ghost King and tore both arms from his body.
"Ah!" The Ghost King let out a sky-shattering howl, a ghastly and mournful scream echoing between heaven and earth.
"Does it hurt?" Shi Feng sneered. "When you tore apart others' bodies, disassembling them, did you ever consider the pain they felt at that time? When you heard their helpless pleas for mercy, their piercing cries of agony, did you ever think that one day the same would happen to you?"
As Shi Feng spoke, two more massive White Bone Ghost Claws materialized, forcefully gripping the Ghost King's thighs and continuing to tear them apart savagely.
