“No… It’s impossible. How could this be?”

“You… Who the hell are you?” Seamus Owen looked at Holly Yates in astonishment. He couldn’t accept the fact that the female ghost servant, who he worked hard for a decade to raise, had been killed this easily. She didn’t even get to make a sound.

Her soul vanished, leaving nothing behind.

Seamus had fed this ghost servant with his own blood and his own Yang energy.

He had planned to turn her into a puppet in the future.

In the end…

The changes had happened too quickly, and he didn’t even have time to feel remorseful.

Holly sneered. “God-like ability? Is that all you’ve got? You randomly captured a female ghost and claimed you have godly cultivation. In that case, wouldn’t all the god-like people in America be demanding a revolution? Such childish tricks might work on an idiot, but you’ll need to study for another ten thousand years if you want to fool us!

“Most importantly, you actually wanted to use this gimmick to trick Maya and I to