The Nether Soul Hall Master did not seem very afraid. On the contrary, she even looked somewhat relaxed and self-mocking. This slightly surprised the Bliss Sect Master and filled her with a few misgivings, while a faint sense of foreboding arose from nowhere in her heart.
But things had reached this point. There was no turning back.
Her gaze sharpened, and the aura of a mid-stage Chaos Realm powerhouse suddenly rose from her body. Its majestic, surging force bore down upon the Nether Soul Hall Master as tangibly as substance. "Nether Soul, it seems you still have not realized that you have fallen into a desperate situation."
Wang Ming felt her entire body sink, immediately seized by the terror of being watched by an unparalleled Fierce Beast.
Her face turned cold as she exclaimed in shock, "Mid-stage Chaos Realm? You... you truly broke through to such a realm?"
She had originally thought that the Bliss Sect Master had merely made some progress in cultivation. She had never expected her to directly shatter through the shackles.
One had to know that according to humanity's cultivation system, once a cultivator entered the mid-stage Chaos Realm, both their strength and combat power would undergo a metamorphosis. They could not be mentioned in the same breath as those in the early stage.
At that moment, Nether One had also retreated to safety, quietly awaiting what would unfold next.
"I do not know what you are relying upon." The Bliss Sect Master flicked her sleeve, clasped one hand behind her back, and sneered. "But today shall be the day you, Nether Soul, die. Ten Thousand Devils, why do you not come out and see our old friend one last time?"
The instant her words fell.
Another powerful aura emerged from the shadows.
It was a