Face-Changing King Xu Tianran (6K)

"Tch, that won't do."

Huo Yuhao shook his head. "Isn't that the same as the resources our Soul Hall gives me? The elders of our Soul Hall have been fobbing me off like this too. Your Holy Spirit Cult has no sincerity—Chen An, come here."

After speaking, Huo Yuhao beckoned and called Chen An over.

Feng Ling and the four Evil Soul Master Elders could not help but look displeased. This fellow was proving far too difficult to poach.

Just then, Huo Yuhao raised a hand, and another terrifying Gate of the Undead appeared, slowly opening.

A terrifying aura, so dreadful that even Feng Ling was frightened by it, leaked out from the Gate of the Undead.

The other four elders' teeth began chattering involuntarily. This aura, mingling Sacred power with death, made even their souls tremble.

"Heavenly Cripple, come back once you've had your fun."

A Soul Voice entered the area. What a vast and majestic Soul Voice it was—it even threw the Sea of Spirit of the four Evil Soul Master Elders into Chaos. Feng Ling's face twisted in pain. Instinctively, she tried to seize Huo Yuhao and Chen An as they entered the Gate of the Undead, but she was still a step too late.

Looking at the Gate of the Undead radiating terrifying energy, whose mere leaking trace of might surpassed even Dragon Old and Ye Xishui, Feng Ling hesitated.

She had a feeling that if she rashly rushed into the Gate of the Undead, she would certainly die—and die without any ability to resist.

It was a spiritual will so immense that it came infinitely close to the realm of a God. Although it had yet to transform into Divine Sense, it was only one step away.

The existence behind the Gate of the Undead