As the man kowtowed several times in a row, the flesh and blood on the stone plate gradually turned into a black, putrid substance, while wisps of white smoke emerged from the seven orifices of the Raccoon Cat Stone Carving.
The man raised his head. He knew it was working.
As a renowned Cleaner, he didn't rely solely on martial prowess to solve problems like other Fighters. In his hands, he controlled a supernatural entity bound by an ancient religion.
This "thing" was far more effective than face-to-face combat or firearms.
The condition to activate the entity was simple: he, the master of the ritual, had to be attacked by someone else.
In the old days, the ritual's master would have had to be there in person, but with technological advancements, that was no longer necessary.
