Indeed, he was no match for Blood Rain Demon Venerable, but if Blood Rain Demon Venerable truly believed he could confront the entire Incense Sect with his personal strength alone, he was nothing but a delusional fool.
His words tumbled forth, nearly one word at a time, each one seething with heavy murderous intent.
And as he barely finished his statement, from the center of his brow, a figure slowly emerged. That figure was so grand, so colossal.
It broke free from his brow and then, floated behind him.
The aura was tumultuous, capable of destroying heavens and earth.
Though it was merely a shadow without solid form, the presence was still deeply shocking.
"Incense Sect, Second Evil God..."
The moment he saw the figure, the black-robed monk paused, a look of bewilderment crossing his face, but he quickly grasped the situation.
