"What is this..."
Emperor Jiang Mo frowned, muttering quietly as the wooden staff in his hand was entwined with Demonic Qi, trembling incessantly.
It wasn't just him, Su Yie and the others also had their gazes fixed on the Soul of the Great Emperor.
In the dim world, the Soul of the Great Emperor was like a Demon God that could destroy the world, roaring and venting its murderous aura.
As the mist entered his body, his stature began to rise, generating a whirlwind around him that could destroy everything, rampaging through the heavens and earth.
"He's absorbing resentment!"
Gui Chouxie said in a deep voice, his complexion somewhat ugly.
Supreme Dragon Shaking had already slain a million monsters and demons. He turned to look at the Soul of the Great Emperor, his expression odd, feeling the dangerous aura becoming stronger.
Thus, he hurried in his mind.
