In the midst of the chaotic battle, ye chen constantly sensed the energy of The Phantom giant. As this was the Emperor of the dead mountain range, it was very valuable to be familiar with the energy of the Emperor of the dead's shadow.
Under the strong suppression of the ancient God Power, the Emperor of the dead's specter had fallen into ye Chen's control.
"Brat, Who are you?"
"Let me ask you, do you know of the nether Lord's existence?"
"The nether Lord?"
When he heard that ye chen was looking for the Lord of the Underworld, the Emperor of the dead's specter was slightly taken aback.
"The nether Lord is the key to the netherworld. What does it have to do with you?"
"Ha!"
Ye chen already knew that the specter did not know where the nether Lord was. He sneered and his powerful psionic energy charged out.
Boom, boom, boom!
Spiritual energy burst out, and the specter shattered!
Under such an impact, ye Chen's figure flew out.
