Huang Fuwen's brain felt like mush, and he was absolutely stupefied.
Who am I? Where am I? What the hell just happened?
His body felt like it had fallen apart. Moreover, his head was booming with pain, and it seemed like his brain was being ripped into pieces.
An Lin walked toward Huang Fuwen slowly. "Dark Essence Crystal… So, you were the one who massacred the Four Nine Immortal Sect's Second Divine Mirror Enforcement Team?"
"Four Nine Immortal Sect's Second Divine Mirror Enforcement Team?" Huang Fuwen crawled up from the floor. Then, a look of fear spread across his face. "Who on earth are you?"
"Heh, so it was you. I'm An Lin." An Lin removed the disguise from his face as he continued to close in on Huang Fuwen.
Huang Fuwen's expression changed drastically upon seeing the face that was often plastered across newspaper covers. "Elder Ming!" he roared. "Lend me your strength!"
