Above the Underworld River, Ancestor Yin Gui continued his taunts. Fang Yang frowned, his expression unchanged, still watching the pale faces and enormous evil gods outside the Azure Light Shield.
Little Maid covered her eyes tightly, not daring to look.
Who would have thought...
Fang Yang watched it all coldly. Naturally, he would not waste such excellent nourishment. He clenched his hand, and waves of suction swept out, drawing those pale faces straight into his palm.
Once Fang Yang caught them, they struggled madly, but his Dharma Form held them fast. With ripping, tearing sounds, it forcibly shredded them, tearing them limb from limb!
Their blood dyed the nearby Underworld River red.
Fang Yang's gaze remained as unfathomable as ever, but he seemed to have thought of a solution. Without hesitation, he reached one hand toward the outside of the Azure Light Shield, extending it beyond the barrier in an instant.
The Princess Consort gripped the Hairpin tightly. The White Snow Lion Cat's fur bristled as its glasslike eyes looked outside.
Ye Qinghong pressed his lips together. The sword in his hand was about to slash out, and he even wished he could charge straight out of the Azure Light Shield.
"Even if you manifest your Dharma Body outside the Underworld River, you still have to worry about it sinking into the river. Now you actually intend to manifest it inside the river? You're courting death!"
Yet at that moment, Fang Yang smiled calmly. Looking at the pale face that had completely dissolved in his hand, he seemed to have found the answer at last.
A faint smile curved across his face.
It felt as though the situation was slowly slipping out of control.
It swept toward Fang Yang just like that.
In the end, the evil gods, called uncanny,