Zhou Mian... no, Zhou Mian was already dead. More precisely, it was Long Hè Míng, resurrected by borrowing a corpse.
It slowly stood up. It seemed somewhat unaccustomed to this new body, twisting itself into extremely bizarre angles as if limbering up.
But those hollow eyes swept fixedly across every person opposite it, sending a chill through everyone present.
At last, its gaze settled on Ye Tian, and it spoke in Long Hè Míng's familiar hoarse voice:
"Your strength is formidable, and you are decisive enough, ruthless enough. Unfortunately, you are still not enough to deal with me!"
Nan Xueyi hastily bandaged the wound on Ye Tian's shoulder. He stood up as well and said:
"I could kill you once, so naturally I can kill you a second time. However many times you can revive, I can kill you that many times!"
Ye Tian had endured the tempering of countless tribulations. He had seen no small number of things capable of rebirth and regeneration, and in the end, there was always a way to break them. Thus, he felt no concern whatsoever.
A crazed expression emerged in Long Hè Míng's hollow eyes.
"No, you have no chance!" As he spoke, Long Hè Míng lightly pressed his palms together, forming a bridge of intent.
Earlier, when Ye Tian had crushed the head of that previous body, the more than ten black-robed Enlightenment stage cultivators had seemingly lost control as well, freezing stiffly in place without moving.
With Long Hè Míng's current motion, those black-robed cultivators moved again. Yet rather than attacking the cultivators here, they turned and flew toward the enormous palace behind them, where the blood red radiance had already grown increasingly faint beneath the suppression of the stars in the sky!
Long Hè Míng said slowly:
"Each time the