It seemed that, for him, being able to stand guard beside his master was enough. Whoever dared oppose his master would be killed!
Whoosh!
After these evil ghosts revealed their true forms, the black flames continued to burn.
They grew stronger and fiercer.
The evil ghosts let out piercing wails.
Some begged for mercy, some cursed, and some cried out in pain...
Their cries were heartrending, mingling with the flames.
Throughout it all, Fang Yang's gaze remained quite calm, without a shred of pity as he watched coldly.
That coldness frightened even the bride in his arms, making her face turn somewhat pale.
"What, are you afraid? Haven't you been waiting for me all this time?"
Fang Yang's eyes brimmed with mockery, his black hair whipping wildly. Black flames still burned on his palm as he pressed it against the bride's alluring curves.
Everywhere it passed became scalding hot.
On one side were burning ghosts; on the other, a burning bride.
The Pear Garden had long since shed its original appearance, revealing its true face: desolate and miserable.
Within this dilapidated mountain village, it looked all the more bleak.
Sandalwood incense curled upward.
Wisps of sandalwood incense drifted toward the heavens, releasing a delicate fragrance. Fang Yang happened to notice the sight.
Boom!
He stamped one foot on the ground.
Astral wind surged, and a violent aura blasted outward, almost shredding all the gray mist that filled the sky.
"Since you're here, why hide? Get out here!"
A roar rang out.
Deep within the mist, an enormous figure finally emerged, several dozen feet tall, blood-red all over, its eyes filled with endless bloodshot veins.
It was none other than the Blood God that had been worshipped all along in the Blood God Temple.
Its face was twisted, yet its body