The figure of the old fiend of Netherworld gradually appeared in everyone's field of vision. Upon hearing the words of Monks Cang Long and Fu Hu, he chuckled softly:
"Why leave? Stay, all of you. I never have too many spare bodies. I just didn't expect to encounter someone with such great flowing qi in such a remote place, and a woman at that. How rare!"
Monk Fu Hu stood firm, a faint golden glow emanating from his skin. Mysterious sutras circulated continuously on its surface, looking at the purple-robed old man's face, feeling increasingly uneasy.
It seemed as if he had seen the old man's headshot somewhere.
However, it wasn't difficult to guess from the other party's words that he was a repeat offender, the Devil, who had undoubtedly committed numerous heinous crimes like killing and seizing people's bodies before.
"The old fiend of Netherworld."
