Hearing the Immortal-Thief Outsider's words, Ye Han was badly shaken. Had the real Hell Messenger arrived, or was the Immortal-Thief Outsider stirring up trouble again after so long without a peep?
Ye Han had not forgotten that the last time the Immortal-Thief Outsider shouted like this, he had conjured up a fake Hell Messenger to frighten him and Teacher Lan Qing...
Yet Ye Han had already broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, and that aura could still send such terrifying palpitations through him. Clearly, whoever had come was no ordinary being.
Ye Han could no longer spare any attention for his Nascent Soul clone's cultivation. His figure flickered, and he darted out of the Restrictive Barrier...
The moment he emerged beyond the restriction, he sensed boundless black-gray flames shrouding the sky. Through the Restrictive Barrier, he could vaguely make out a mountain-sized figure wreathed in black-gray flames, standing in midair with an enormous scythe in hand and radiating a boundless, terrifying aura...
At the sight, Ye Han's gaze sharpened. "Is that really the Hell Messenger?"
Just then.
The Immortal-Thief Outsider's huge figure came racing toward him from afar, roaring, "Run! That thing is here!"
Ye Han glanced at the Immortal-Thief Outsider, astonishment crossing his face. Why had this fellow's aura become so weak?
He had thought that after entering the Spirit-Gathering Spirit Medicine Garden and obtaining a Spirit-Gathering Immortal Fruit, the Immortal-Thief Outsider had stayed in seclusion for so long because he was practicing some secret method or making a breakthrough in his cultivation.
Yet now that Ye Han saw him, his aura was actually weaker than before he entered the Spirit-Gathering Spirit Medicine Garden.
What was going on?
Before Ye Han could think any further...
Buzzz! The Hell Messenger's figure in the sky erupted with boundless, intimidating evil