Deep in Su Fan's Gathering Yin Secret Realm, darkness as thick as ink was torn open at one corner by a bronze oil lamp on a stone platform in the valley.
The oil lamp breathed out ghostly green flames, like the poisonous tongue of an evil ghost surging in the netherworld, dyeing the surrounding air an eerie blue-gray.
Evil Buddha Wang De and Ji Feng sat cross-legged facing each other. Wisps of steam rose from their teacups, coalescing into a hazy gauze curtain before the light screen.
"Old Wang, he should be skilled in metal-element divine abilities, right..."
Evil Buddha Wang De laughed and said, "This is the Bloodline Divine Ability he inherited from the 'Rust-Iron Demon' in the Netherworld Realm..."
Before Ji Feng could reply, Old Dragon Li Gao spoke from the distance.
"You can't deny it—this little crawler's methods are tailor-made to strike the Celestial Race's weak point..."
After hearing Old Dragon Li Gao's words, Ji Feng deeply agreed.
Back then, Su Fan had shattered his protective divine armor. That scene still played out repeatedly in his nightmares to this day, and every recollection left him shaken.
Whether it was the protective divine armor worn by cultivators of his own race or the golden-armored divine generals summoned down from the upper realm, encountering Su Fan meant suffering the worst possible luck.
"However, he won't have it so easy this time. That fellow was clearly possessed by some terrifying existence from the upper realm. Even I can't see through his origins..."
After hearing Old Dragon Li Gao's words, Evil Buddha Wang De and Ji Feng's expressions turned solemn.
At this moment, watching the two golden-armored divine generals get effortlessly dealt with by that brat in a single exchange, Jiang Pei merely froze for a moment and did not seem