"Qin Zheng, do you want to go to war with me?"
Li Chunfeng's face turned livid. He shot to his feet, boundless spectral light blazing around him, brilliant as the moon. He resembled an asura fiend, his sinister aura as vast as the sea.
Li Chunfeng primarily cultivated the Netherworld Hell Scripture and was renowned for controlling spirits.
Day after day in the company of ghosts had made him vicious and sinister.
After all his years of cultivation, he had long since become half man, half ghost, losing his true nature.
"City lords, a demonic calamity is upon us, and the Human Race stands on the brink of collapse. In such a crisis, we must not throw our own ranks into chaos and squander our strength fighting among ourselves!" An old city lord wreathed in six-colored divine radiance stepped forward to mediate.
"We've barely exchanged two sentences, and the matter of the demons remains unsettled, yet we're already fighting each other!"
"Abandon the city and break out? Li Chunfeng has truly gone mad!"
"Alas, he used to be the most hot-blooded among us, the one who hated evil most fiercely. Who would have thought that now..."
Several city lords murmured.
Some had known Li Chunfeng since their youth and had watched him fight his way from a scion of a fallen family into a mighty lord.
In those days, Li Chunfeng had loathed evil and hated demons above all.
Whenever demonic calamity struck, he had always charged at the forefront.
Back then, he had risen from a destitute scion to a city lord precisely because he was upright and unyielding, slaughtering demons like cutting hemp.
Yet, little by little.
He had changed.
To break through his bottleneck and force his cultivation higher, he had not only practiced an evil scripture