Black Phoenix Descends upon the World

"Choosing to be reborn in the body of an Ancient Demon Race Thunder Dragon—someone seems a little lacking in confidence. No matter how powerful you were back then, some so-called Number One Thunder God, you still might not be able to withstand my Time Seal."

Glancing at the black crystal orb in his hand, Ling Xuan narrowed his eyes and sneered, seeming somewhat impatient.

By this point, even he found the Misty Dust Realm's operation to eliminate the human true gods utterly dull.

"Hiss!"

All the ruptured spatial fissures suddenly began to heal, one after another, against all reason.

Ziwu was terrified out of his wits. He flashed out of a fissure as though his backside were on fire, shrieking in horror, "Who? Who is stirring the ripples of the void and making an enemy of the Void Clan?"

"It's me."

Pang Lin's voice drifted out gracefully.

The voice was clear and sweet, like a girl next door speaking with a bright, charming smile.

The gods from beyond the heavens looked at one another, then glanced around in every direction, unable to tell where the voice had come from.

Lin Baixiang, Du Tianyan, Mu Qingya, and the other ancient true gods, trapped within patches of blood-colored worlds and struggling bitterly against the corruption of life's evil power, also revealed puzzled, bewildered expressions.

Who was it?

The questioning gods all searched for the speaker, yet none knew where the newcomer was.

"Xiao Lin?!"

Su Wanrou, who hailed from Pure Land, suddenly shuddered. Confusion welled in her beautiful eyes as she asked excitedly, "Is that you, Xiao Lin?"

Others might not recognize Pang Lin's voice, but how could she fail to?

From the very first time Pang Lin had appeared in Pure Land, Su Wanrou had regarded her as a future pillar