When they reached the corner, both black and white figures had vanished. However, Felix's lips curled into a slight smile as he muttered, "Well, I'm not going to be the one regretting this."

Still carrying Zara, Felix raised his right hand slightly and then brought it down decisively. A thunderous crash echoed through the village, and a deep crater appeared about 300 feet away.

Felix walked to the edge of the crater, gently set Zara down, and turned on his phone's flashlight.

Zara gasped and covered her mouth in horror. Inside the crater lay two men, bloodied and severely injured.

"I knew there were no ghosts—just people playing tricks," Felix said as he crouched down.

He continued, "Tell me. What makes two Martial Emperors play ghosts in some abandoned village? And how did you create those ghostly voices?"

The two men paled with fear and stared at Felix as if he were a monster. The fact that a single strike from him had left them in this state spoke volumes about his strength.