The Mystic Scorpion King

"Skinning and cramping? Heh, Mystic Scorpion King, you certainly have a grand air about you!"

A cold, clear female voice suddenly echoed through the gray mist.

Deep within the Mist Abyss, those massive orbs of light suddenly grew chaotic, clearly startled by the sound of this voice.

The other party had seen through his origins at a single glance—who on earth was this?

Listening to the voice, he felt a strange sense of familiarity...

"You... who are you?"

The mysterious Great Demon asked in a deep voice, his tone no longer arrogant.

A streak of black light flew out from Chen Changming's chest, transforming into a miniature beauty dressed in black.

Seeing Senior Bi Cang appear so suddenly and instantly identify the origin of the mysterious Great Demon deep within the Mist Abyss, Chen Changming felt a wave of relief wash over him.

It seemed that Senior Bi Cang was acquainted with this Great Demon.

"Mystic Scorpion King, it has been a long time!"

After manifesting, Bi Cang maintained a faint, indifferent expression and bowed slightly toward the depths of the mist.

At this moment, the aura surrounding her shifted abruptly; a sharp, noble, and domineering presence emanated from her, making her appear awe-inspiring and untouchable.

"Bi Cang King, it is you!"

The Mystic Scorpion King let out a cry of shock. Under the turbulence of his emotions, the mist throughout the entire abyss churned violently.

"Indeed, it is I."

Bi Cang sighed softly, her expression tinged with desolation.

In her current frail state, how could she still be considered the renowned Bi Cang King of the Spirit Realm?

"To think that a strand of your avatar has also descended to the Human Realm. How did you end up in such a miserable state? Where has your physical body gone?"