"Yinghuo Ancient Star!"
The others were puzzled. Only Ye Fan, who likewise came from Earth and had ridden the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin, narrowed his eyes, a trace of gravity crossing his face. He would never forget the mortal threat that the Crocodile Ancestor on Mars had posed to him.
Years later, when facing the Ten Ancestral Gods who set the Eerie Plateau in motion, Heavenly Emperor Ye, who stood Beyond the Sacrificial Path, would recall that distant afternoon when he arrived aboard the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin.
That oppressive menace, that mortal peril, that feeling of having no control over his own fate-it had been truly awful.
It had nothing to do with strength. It was a state of mind, the despair and helplessness of being unarmed, without the slightest ability to resist.
When it came to putting pressure on Lao Ye, the Crocodile Ancestor rivaled the Immortal Emperor!
At that thought, Ye Fan and Lin Xian exchanged knowing smiles, their minds in perfect accord, then warmly asked the Man-Demon Great Saint, "Old sir, you must be tired after traveling so far through the stars. Are you hungry?"
"Those Golden Crows tasted pretty good." The old Man-Demon smacked his lips and rubbed his belly. He was already seventy or eighty percent full.
One Golden Crow Great Saint and seven or eight Saint King Golden Crows-even in Primordial Antiquity, that would have been a rare hunt, enough for a hearty feast.
"There is a Great Thunderclap Temple on Mars, built by Sakyamuni. Two thousand years ago, eighteen peerless demons attacked Hangu Pass. The Buddha captured them all and suppressed them beneath the Great Thunderclap Temple, creating the Eighteen-Level Hell!"
Holding the Human Emperor Banner, Lin Xian said leisurely, "The Eighteen-Level Hell is divided up, with two levels to