Pop!
The silver lightning sphere suddenly broke, showing the silhouette of the ghost guard. His body was entirely burned, no colour of skin could be seen on his face now. Wisps of smoke rose from the bigger wounds, spreading out along with the scent of grilled meat.
“Bastards! I will make you regret this!!” the ghost guard slightly moved his body, but he seemed to have choked on his own blood that was about to spurt out from his throat. The blood surging out of his body was immediately evaporated by the remaining lightning power, so he only coughed out a mouthful of white smoke. He raised his head and stared at the three young martial artists with a pair of devil-like, blood-red eyes