"If you disgust me again, believe it or not, I'll kill you?"
Ming Cangmu spoke coldly. Pitch-black Nether Attribute radiance had already begun to flow around him, and behind him, the domain of the Netherworld flickered in and out of sight.
"Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to fight a madman like you. I just wanted to deepen the fear a little. You know me—I have rather heavy tastes!"
Shi Miehang immediately waved his hands. It was not that he was afraid; he simply found fighting Ming Cangmu far too troublesome.
"Hmph..."
Ming Cangmu gave a soft snort and withdrew all his power.
At this moment, boundless despair appeared in Mi Jian's eyes.
He even wanted to kill himself and give up, allowing the Traces of Defying Fate to vanish.
But Ming Zhanyuan keenly noticed this. Destiny Power drifted forth and easily suppressed him.
Unable to control one's own life or death—this was surely the most despairing state in the world.
"Hahaha..."
"That's about enough!"
Seeing Mi Jian's condition, Shi Miehang grew even more excited.
Then, purplish-red light flashed over his body, and a pitch-black umbrella immediately appeared above his head.
The purplish-red light spread across the black umbrella, and illusory spectral spirits unexpectedly emerged upon it.
The spectral spirits came in all shapes and forms, yet every one of them wore an incomparably savage face. Some bristled with baleful energy, some were desperate and terrified; their postures varied endlessly.
The spectral spirits drifted across the surface of the black umbrella. They seemed to possess no self-awareness and merely wandered about.
"No..."
Mi Jian began to struggle, half his body twisting in the sky, but Ming Zhanyuan brutally suppressed him.
"Go!"
At that moment, Shi Miehang suddenly spat out an icy word.
The next instant, a purplish-red curtain of light