Old Friend, It All Depends on You Today

Su Fan's "Whirlwind Slash" had not comprehended Law Power.

But the might of that sword strike left him utterly dumbfounded. Had I really become this strong?

He had never expected one "Whirlwind Slash" to take down nearly half of the dozen or so Bone Supremes.

Even those that survived had been hacked to pieces, leaving bones scattered across the ground.

Su Fan carried the pitch-black dharma sword over and beheaded each of the barely living Bone Supremes one by one, then collected all their remains into his Storage Ring.

No matter how weak these Bone Supremes were, they were still equivalent to Human Race cultivators at the Incarnation Realm.

If he carefully nurtured these Bone Supremes' remains in the Gathering Yin Secret Realm for several years,

then found a way to obtain the inheritance of the White Bone Path, the demonic sect of this star field, he could meticulously refine a batch of Bone Supremes.

In the future, whenever he fought someone, he could wave his hand and summon a whole army of Bone Supremes. Wouldn't that scare his opponent into wetting himself?

Su Fan turned around and looked toward the pitch-black space deep within the Demon Ruins.

A gloomy wind brushed the back of his neck, sending a chill through him, and he faintly heard a whisper by his ear.

The sound drifted beside his ear, sometimes present and sometimes gone.

Su Fan shuddered. That enormous thing inside the Demon Ruins could awaken at any moment. He had better leave as soon as possible.

With that thought, he took a flying dharma artifact from his Storage Ring and piloted it upward.

Only after reaching high altitude did Su Fan realize that the black space stretched endlessly. He had no idea how high he had flown, yet he still could