"Haha! Go to hell! Constant temperature burn..."
[Viscount Lambo, who was in mid-air, also laughed out loud when he saw you entangled with Long Zhan.
[Then, more than 10 missiles instantly shot out of his mecha. Each missile had the power to destroy the world.
"Don't—"
[No matter how Long Zhan struggled, you held him tightly, not giving him any chance to escape.
[Just like that, the missiles all hit perfectly.
[Your vision turned black.
[In the next moment, your soul flew out. A small crack appeared in space, sucking your soul in.
[Your will started to blur. Only then did you remember that the talents you had chosen this time were all leaning toward the ghost cultivator lineage...
...
[On the 119th day, you woke up from your coma and found that you had already turned into a ghost and had come to the Netherworld.
