That cold harrumph was like thunder that reverberated in the hearts of all the Berserker cultivators.
The dark blue flame that appeared next was even more shocking. It directly burned the surrounding blood Qi into nothingness, making sizzling sounds.
"Fellow Daoist, aren't you bullying the younger generation by doing this?" The figure of the old netherworld ghost appeared from the void. His entire body exuded a cold and sinister aura.
Seeing the old netherworld ghost again, Li Tian's heart was filled with emotions.
The old ghost of the netherworld was staring at Yali with a face full of killing intent. The surrounding netherworld ghost flames were restless, almost ready to attack.
Could it be that he was going to attack Yali?
"Junior, I'm not much older than him." Yali laughed coldly. She knew what level of power she was facing, but she didn't panic. Instead, she looked proud.
