If sixty years ago, Crippled Granny had not been Black Robe's match and had had her daughter forcibly taken away by him,
then today, sixty years later, Black Robe's body had grown ever frailer, and his realm had fallen to an absurd degree.
Even if he suddenly raised his combat strength, he was still no match for Crippled Granny.
Crippled Granny had been enduring, lying low!
In front of Jiang Caiyan, she acted like an old woman with no strength to even truss a chicken, but in truth, she possessed the divine power of a Spirit Transformation cultivator.
Her target was Jiang Caiyan, but Black Robe had still been too anxious, so much so that he pushed Jiang Caiyan out before he had even finished speaking.
Thus, Jiang Caiyan was bound to come looking again.
Black Robe gripped the cold blade and brought it down, directly cutting apart that mass of sinister, bizarre blood vessels behind her that absorbed human hearts.
The hearts broke free, some directly turning into blood mist, but the hearts that fell off withered away and vanished at once, becoming clumps of ash.
Clearly, some kind of ritual was underway, a ritual that required many "human hearts."
And Jiang Caiyan's heart was the most important one.
Crippled Granny turned her head and glanced over, yet she was not as angry as imagined. She merely raised one hand, and her entire body, like a Demon Beast whose bones had softened, gradually began to twist.
The sound of bones shifting out of place, the sound of blood flowing backward, and the rustling sound of hair growing.
Neither loud nor soft, yet when they entered the ear, they were utterly terrifying.
Black Robe's pupils shrank. He forcibly mobilized his True Yuan and manifested a blade phenomenon accompanied by a