Mo Lin stopped in his tracks. The sudden voice made the hairs on his body stand on end.
"How is that possible? Someone else managed to enter after Hell Road was opened? That makes no sense!"
"Don't be so nervous. I'm not here to kill you."
Why does this voice sound familiar? It's that thing controlling Tang Chen's corpse!
Mo Lin turned around and looked. Sure enough, "Tang Chen" was floating in the air.
"Since you don't intend to kill me, Senior, why not show yourself?"
"Haha! You do have some skill! No wonder you're the one I've taken a liking to!" The voice suddenly changed in tone, as though it had revealed its true voice.
The moment the words fell, Tang Chen's corpse dropped from the air. All that remained floating there was a blood-red greatsword over two meters long.
Mo Lin stared at the sword, his pupils widening.
"The Asura Demon Sword?!"
"Good boy! You really are extraordinary, to recognize my identity at a glance!" Although those words sounded like something a crazy old man would say, the voice sounded more like that of a sleazy young thug.
Mo Lin narrowed his eyes.
"You only just gained self-awareness, didn't you?"
"Huh? How did you know?" The demon sword instantly dropped its act.
After freezing his wounds, the self-healing ability granted by Triple Inverse Life finally began to take effect. That was why Mo Lin could stand here and chat with this sword for a while.
"Leaving aside the fact that your voice doesn't sound old at all—after all, from a scientific perspective, you don't even have vocal organs—let's talk about how well you impersonated the Slaughter King. You could only fool idiots and people afraid of the Slaughter King. All you did was release killing intent, and you