It was as if someone were whispering right beside their ears!
"What a marvelous performance. How moving."
The voice carried a hint of laughter, yet that laughter was filled with icy mockery.
"Who?!"
Yang Jian's Third Eye snapped open!
Silver divine light swept wildly across the void like a searchlight!
"You spineless rats hiding your heads and showing only your tails!"
Sun Wukong held the Golden Cudgel across his chest, baring his teeth.
"Get out here for Old Sun!"
"Don't be nervous."
Ripples spread across the void.
Not in one place.
Everywhere!
One figure after another surfaced soundlessly, like ghosts.
From every direction.
From every corner.
At the forefront stood a young man dressed in a gorgeous dark-purple robe.
His features were so handsome they were almost demonic.
His skin was so pale that it held not a trace of color, while his lips were an eerie dark red.
His long hair was as black as ink, draped casually over his shoulders. Between his brows was a dark-gold mark shaped like a Netherworld flame.
He stood with his hands behind his back.
A teasing smile played at the corners of his lips.
Yet his eyes were as cold as an ancient frozen abyss.
Behind him—
Three figures hovered silently.
On the left was an old man in black robes with a withered face.
The old man held a skeletal staff wrapped in countless vengeful spirits. The spirits writhed in agony around the staff, emitting soundless wails.
His aura was gloomy and deathly still, as if he had just crawled out of a grave.
In the middle was a middle-aged man clad in blood-red battle armor, his resolute features sharp as if carved by a knife and axe.
He held an unsheathed dark-red saber in his arms.
The saber had not