[Little Evil, you're back!]
A familiar woman's voice rang out. Just as Mo Xie tried to make out the woman in white, his vision shattered like a mirror and dissolved into nothingness.
The scene shifted, and he was back in the world he had left. He stared at the imposing, fearsome Blood Throne before him, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions.
He had seen this scene in his mind before. Now that it had appeared again, he knew who the woman in white was from her voice alone, even though he had not seen her face.
And with the fragment of memory that had just flashed through his mind, he had a rough idea of what was happening. He could not help sighing.
Ling, this was your plan, wasn't it? You wanted me to come to Sha Yuan, reclaim my authority as Underworld King, and become the Ancient King again...
A faint smile touched Mo Xie's lips. Whether it was happy or bitter, even he could not have said. His feelings were tangled.
After collecting himself, he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead. A strange figure seemed to be sitting on the Blood Throne.
His lashes trembled as he walked closer. It was a black Armor Robe steeped in history. He looked into the helmet, but there was nothing inside. No body at all.
The black aura of death it gave off had formed a vicious dragon that roared wildly.
This ancient Armor Robe bore the resentment of six fallen kingdoms. Anyone who dared approach it would feel as though their life were about to be devoured!
The next moment, Mo Xie walked straight toward the Blood Throne without hesitation.
As soon as he drew near, the Evil Dragon Armor Robe's thirst for blood vanished. The fearsome black dragon