The spectral figure of the "Greedy Demon God" loomed behind Lu Yuan, towering and elusive.
After all, he had to guard against Old Deng, not revealing all his trump cards.
The Shadow Man squinted his eyes, scrutinized for a moment, and said in a disdainful tone, "Alas, young one, am I seeing this right? Is this your development of Fatian Xiangdi?"
"Isn't this an old trick from the First Epoch?"
"I have to say, you people from the Mo Sect, while each incredibly talented, your thinking is terribly outdated. What age are we in, yet you're still playing with these mysterious gimmicks."
"Even if your Fatian Xiangdi is formidable, matching a Ghost is your limit... If I had enough Blood Sacrifice Energy, I could squash you like an insect in no time."
He stretched out his withered, slender arm, mimicking a pinching motion, somewhat smugly, "You worked this thing up to show off to me, what a fool. By the way, where did you get that Xuanhuang Qi? Is there a new world nearby?"
