The upper realm, the ghost clan's territory, the passageway.
A demonic door appeared and many people came out.
"Hey, kid, you've died too miserably. You must have died without a corpse." Ancestor devil sighed. He didn't expect that something would really happen.
If the nine great paragons had not headed straight for Lin fan, they would have to pay the price for leaving.
The nine great Supremes were not fools, how could they watch them leave?
But now, that brat had lured the nine great Supremes over, giving them a chance to leave. Even now, they still couldn't figure out why he had done that.
His enmity with the demonic Buddha tower wasn't light.
However, no matter how great the hatred was, it wasn't to the point of a life-and-death struggle. So, how much hatred did this kid have with the demonic Buddha tower?
"Eight thousand years have passed. My descendants might have been killed long ago."
