He saw a pair of deep, chilling eyes, like an abyss, even more terrifying than the Underworld River.
Run!
I have to run!
Although he was in the four-leaf dharmakaya realm, a terrifying existence throughout the Cultivation World whose very name struck terror into countless hearts, he could not compare to the Blood Rain Demon Venerable no matter what.
He could only rub his brow and painstakingly try to persuade him.
He also gripped the Azure Shadow Sword tightly, clutching a red candle in his hand. He watched Fang Yang approach and was just about to knock him over the head with a club.
He instinctively sensed something was wrong. Only when he looked up did he discover that a gigantic hand had seized him in its grasp.
Rip, rip! Fang Yang tore the Evil Gods to shreds, one after another. Before long, the once silent, chilling Underworld River had been swept clean.
"Kiss."
As long as he survived, he would surely be able to contact that person again. That person had once said that the Forbidden Zone was awakening, and countless Underworld Rivers were about to appear.
Above the Underworld River, Ancestor Yin Gui stared at everything, dumbstruck. He had gone completely numb.
Ancestor Yin Gui could feel his soul being extinguished. A pale, hollow face grew upon it.
But when he recalled Ye Qinghong's cold expression and the Sword Qi emanating from his entire body just now, he felt certain that his disciple was pretending.
Bang!
A dull sound rang out.
Blood poured down like rain, dripping ceaselessly below. A soul darted out of Ancestor Yin Gui's body, giving off a faint glow like a firefly, flickering uncertainly, as though it would go out at any moment.
Fang Yang was utterly exasperated. He stared at Ye Qinghong, wanting