At that moment, a faint light shone from Fang Yang's palm, keeping the Yin Souls at bay, but he could clearly feel them ceaselessly corroding the light-his Spiritual Power.
What the Underworld River excelled at was stripping people of everything, projecting them into the Underworld River, and turning them into evil gods.
Then Fang Yang stuffed them into his mouth in one gulp.
She would die soon anyway. The only reason she had held on was to see her Eldest Senior Sister happy. Now that she had, what was left to cling to?
Lian Yue gazed at that tall figure with an even more complicated expression. Finally, she sighed softly, and a red Gu Insect appeared at her chest.
It was smashed to pieces with a single punch.
"Since you fear me, it's time I gave you something more to fear!"
The next instant, his pupils abruptly contracted, and horror spread across his face, as though he had seen a ghost.
Before everyone's eyes, the pallid faces that had been sweeping toward Fang Yang like a white river suddenly stopped, hovering right before him.
Fang Yang smiled calmly, his Black Robe still billowing. Then he stepped forward, and the enormous Dharma Form opened its eyes at the same time.
"Wait here for now. I'll take you straight out of here."
Finally, after devouring all those Yin Souls, he turned his gaze toward the enormous evil gods.
Rumble!
Within the Underworld River, thunder seemed to roll inside Fang Yang's body, and a terrifying aura gradually awakened within him.
"Your turn."
Those pallid faces grew even paler. Blood even streamed continually from their hollow eyes, as though they were about to dissipate.
All of it left him uneasy.
His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the enormous Dharma Form behind him became