The words above Demon King Lianyuan's head suddenly stopped spinning as he narrowed his eyes and muttered a string of ancient incantations.
"Ye Shitian, I want to divine your origins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom image suddenly appeared in front of him, which became clearer and clearer!
It was a phantom image of Ye Chen wearing a mask!
"So you are Ye Shitian. I wonder what kind of face you have under that mask! Break!"
With a wave of his hand, Demon King Lianyuan thought that he could shatter the mask of the phantom image. However, he did not expect that the phantom image would raise its head at this moment!
A pair of cold eyes stared at him, like the Grim Reaper, bone-chilling and cold.
Puchi!
Seconds later, Demon King Lianyuan could not take it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His entire body was extremely weak!
"Lord Demon King!"
His subordinates hurriedly went forward to help him up.
