[Witch Immortal Split Body No. 3…]
Compared to Liu Feng, whose face was full of terror, and to Yun Jiuqing and Xing Fengzi, who wore faces of astonishment, Fan Wu's expression remained remarkably calm. He, too, could see at a glance the attribute information of the shadows lurking within the vast yin energy.
"Fan… Daoist Fan Wu… Could those above us be the Witch Immortal, the Evil God, you spoke of earlier?" Liu Feng asked in a frightened tone, feeling an unprecedented pressure at this moment.
The shadows in the sky brought him a fear that was much greater than what he felt for the monks at Longhe Temple.
His legs were even turning to jelly!
"There are quite a few." Fan Wu smiled, revealing his teeth: "If these little things also count as the Witch Immortal, the Evil God, then Its purity is rather low. They are just the appetizers before the main course."
Appetizers?
Appetizers?!
Liu Feng really wanted to ask Daoist Fan Wu–were his words serious?
