But the cold, sinister energy didn't dissipate. Instead, it clung to him like a persistent rot, trying to burrow into his body.
At the same time, Wu Liangchen felt as if countless vengeful souls were roaring and screaming in his ears, assaulting his spirit.
At the same time, a cold, mocking voice echoed from a distance as its owner closed in at an incredible speed.
"A quick reaction, I'll give you that. But what good will it do you?"
As he spoke, Yin Jiu's figure appeared in the corridor.
He hovered in mid-air, his black robe billowing. A black mist, visible to the naked eye, swirled around him, creating a terrifying sight.
Yin Jiu looked down on Wu Liangchen, his gaze like that of a butcher inspecting a slab of pork on a cutting board.
"Tsk, tsk. Such a fine specimen. It'd be a shame to just stuff and mount you. Perhaps I'll refine you into a puppet instead!"
With that, he paid Wu Liangchen no mind and simply pointed a finger.
