Pang Feng stood proudly in the void, having put away his Magic Artifact, his eyes coldly sweeping over Powu Mountain.
Powu Mountain had turned into ruins, with the once most mysterious Ancestral Witch Alliance in Southeast Asia being uprooted by him. The Witch Lord Bawu, who was venerated as a Saint by millions of believers, now knelt at his feet. Pang Feng could crush Bawu to death as easily as crushing an ant if he wished.
"Bawu, do you know why I wanted to destroy your Ancestral Witch Alliance?" Pang Feng said indifferently.
Bawu looked up in terror, his face filled with confusion, as he had been completely frightened out of his wits.
In his eyes, Pang Feng was no longer human. The totem of the Ancestral Witch had been taken by him; these were the methods of the Immortal Family, and its terrifying power was beyond his wildest imagination.
