"You're the Spirit of the Forbidden Book?" Barren Heavenly Emperor asked warily, his expression grave.
"That's right!" the monster replied coolly. He glanced over the three of them from time to time, his gaze lingering on He Heng.
"You shouldn't be here." His tone shifted slightly.
He Heng replied calmly, "But I'm already here."
The monster's face abruptly turned icy, like ten thousand-year-old Profound Ice. He said in a low voice, "Since that's the case, I'll grant you destruction!" Without another word, he struck out with his palm. Boundless force surged toward them, and the three of them paled in alarm as they attacked at once to fend off the deadly threat.
Pfft!
In an instant, all three were sent stumbling backward. Their faces were pale, blood spurted from their mouths, and they looked utterly battered.
The monster sneered. "You think the likes of you could possibly be my match? Even though my power isn't at its peak, it's still comparable to a Progenitor's. Most of it is being used to deal with Prison Demon Ancestor Ya Shangmie, but it won't take much to finish you off."
As he spoke, scarlet light blazed from his eyes, and a ghastly green glow radiated from his entire body. He advanced on the three of them step by step, like the Grim Reaper coming to claim their lives.
He Heng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to his feet. Looking at the monster without expression, he asked, "Do you really think you have everything under control?"
The monster replied indifferently, "At the very least, you—the anomaly—are already under my control."
"Is that so?" He Heng suddenly looked beyond this space and shouted, "Why haven't you made your move?"
The monster's expression changed. He hastily formed a profound hand