A terrifying aura surged, and the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees quickly withered, turning the ground into a desert.
Feng Hua's expression changed dramatically, thinking that revealing the Netherworld Martial Emperor's death would enlighten the situation, yet it seemed to backfire, angering this neither-human-nor-ghost entity.
"I sense a familiar aura on you, did you steal this emperor's body?"
The Netherworld Martial Emperor's gaze suddenly fixed on Wei Fan, flickering with a strange light, half his head shattered, seemingly oblivious to it.
"This is probably the reason this forbidden presence appeared here!"
Feeling a familiar aura on himself!
Wei Fan's heart tightened, the golden Primordial Spirit sounded a frenzied alarm.
"Dead things should rest in peace!"
From his body came the sound of Tiger Roar and Dragon's Chant, and the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell no longer hid, swiftly emerging from within him, emitting a blinding golden light.
