The Mysterious Heart

Who could have guessed that Hanba wouldn't even glance at Zhao Han? She simply tossed the two Demon Venerables in her hands toward the Mountain of Gods and Demons.

Just like throwing away two lumps of trash.

As the two Demon Venerables neared the Mountain of Gods and Demons, despair filled their faces.

It seemed the Mountain of Gods and Demons was even more terrifying than Hanba.

When the two Demon Venerables came within ten kilometers, they suddenly shrank, then were sucked into the Mountain of Gods and Demons.

"This..."

Though Zhao Han hadn't turned around, he felt the two Demon Venerables' auras vanish. They were clearly gone.

At the same time, he wondered: Why had Hanba thrown the two Demon Venerables into the Mountain of Gods and Demons? What was her purpose?

Was she making some kind of sacrifice?

"Hrgh!"

Suddenly, Hanba let out a hoarse, heavy sound, then floated toward Zhao Han.

But Zhao Han couldn't move.

"Damn it, Imperial Coffin, protect me!" Zhao Han's face darkened. He immediately contacted the Xuan Ring, using it as a medium to reach the Imperial Coffin.

The Imperial Coffin did move, but under Hanba's influence, it was as slow as a snail.

By the time Hanba reached him, the Imperial Coffin probably still wouldn't have arrived.

Apparently noticing the Imperial Coffin beside him, Hanba casually slapped it. Her palm struck its side squarely.

With a bang, Hanba's hand was completely unharmed, while Zhao Han's trump card, the Imperial Coffin, was sent flying into the Mountain of Gods and Demons' range.

Then, just like the two Demon Venerables before it, it was sucked inside.

"Holy crap, she's that strong!" Zhao Han's face changed dramatically. He wanted to move, but couldn't; he couldn't even speak.

He could only watch helplessly as Hanba drew