Purgatory of a Thousand Demons?
Ye Ling took a deep breath, the fierce battle spirit in his eyes not yet subsiding. He was in the heat of the battle when he was suddenly interrupted, which, of course, was unpleasant.
"Tsk, tsk, who would have thought that the Hall Master of the Divines Hall would have such a sinister trick up his sleeve? You even gave it such a broken name. Then bring it on, let me have a taste!"
Ye Ling scoffed coldly, but before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed. He felt that he was being surrounded by circles of black halos.
The halos flickered. Within this terrifying light formation, there were strands of bizarre power endlessly probing, trying to quietly steal away Ye Ling's spirit.
Howl!
Suddenly, a miserable shriek echoed, and a terrifying phantom appeared right in front of Ye Ling.
