The Nether Master was indisputably the strongest being in the Netherworld, on the same level as True Person Tan and White True Person, yet a single toll of a bell had actually wounded him!
What exactly was this little bell?
Tong Yan rang the little bell in his hand again, his face growing even paler.
An invisible ripple of energy spread in every direction, as though it would freeze everything solid, and yet also destroy everything.
With a boom, the cliff collapsed!
The Nether Master let out a low howl of pain and fury, burst through the broken rocks, and hurtled toward Tong Yan.
Tong Yan circulated his true essence, trying to ring the little bell a third time, but could no longer hold out. He spat out a spray of blood.
He was about to die at the Nether Master's hands.
Looking at the countless soul fires in the night sky, Tong Yan's eyes filled with regret. He gripped a hard object inside his sleeve, his Daoist thoughts racing.
Wind swept over the cliff terrace. A clear light flashed, and he vanished from where he stood.
The Nether Master landed at the cliff's edge. Looking toward an aura far in the distance, he raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a slightly unusual expression, "He actually brought the Jingyun Bell and the Thousand-Li Seal..."
That smear of blood stood out starkly against his sapphire-blue robes, just like the toll of the bell that seemed to be echoing even now.
The Jingyun Bell was a very unusual law treasure of the Zhongzhou Sect. It was said to be a divine object naturally formed around the Qilin's neck in ancient times. As heavy as a mountain, it could not be wielded from