The five God Monarchs knitted their brows slightly, staring at Ling Yun while their bodies emitted a surge of killing intent.
"Are you the one who killed Lian Zhen?"
"Oh... Hello there." Ling Yun smiled faintly at them.
"Take your life." Greedy Wolf prepared to execute a Divine Hand once more to vent the fiery rage within his body.
However!
Di Ya said flatly, "Don't waste your energy. He's just a divine soul projection; what's the use of shattering him?"
Ling Yun laughed heartily, looking at their disheveled state as he said, "Aren't you afraid this Emperor will deal another devastating blow?"
"Hmph, this Emperor still has some discernment. Your divine soul projection possesses zero power whatsoever—it's merely a simple phantom."
As though he had seen through everything, Di Ya looked upon Ling Yun's divine soul projection with utter disdain.
"Oh..."
"So that's how it is."
"Then what are we afraid of?"
"Honestly."
Wine Pot and Black Bird, who had been sprawled on the ground, stood up and resumed their usual postures, with Wine Pot even guzzling down wine with glugging sounds.
"Then let you experience some pain."
Ling Yun slightly opened his right palm, and a sphere covered in black slowly grew, expanding to the size of a basketball in the blink of an eye.
Greedy Wolf said, "This is..."
He definitely wasn't seeing things; that sphere was none other than the ancient dark curse.
If this little thing exploded, the consequences would be unimaginable, reducing a radius of ten thousand miles to absolute ruins.
His mind was filled with questions: how had Ling Yun managed to learn an ancient secret technique, and just who on earth was the latter?
"Hurry and run... If you're late, none of you will make it out."
Watching Ling Yun toss down this