"Haha, with the Great Completion of Divine Skill, Xu Xuan, prepare to meet your demise!"
The Demon King wearing the Evil Spirit mask looked up to the sky and let out a long howl.
A hundred and sixty years flew by in a hurry, and he no longer needed to hide. With sufficient power to protect himself, and coupled with an extended lifespan, what did Xu Xuan have to fear now?
This man was none other than Wu Xian.
In the end, Wu Xian couldn't resist the temptation of power and merged with the ghostly and bizarre, possessing a strength that surpassed all others.
Of course, his method was a little better. Before, the ghostly and bizarre dominated, leaving him with no autonomy; but now it was the other way around, Wu Xian actively assimilated the ghostly and bizarre, and his consciousness remained clear.
This was the source of Wu Xian's confidence.
Of course, his greatest reliance was not this.
"Wind God, Cloud God, Sand God!"
Whoosh whoosh!!
