“I have read a little bit about the mutant Martial Spirit. Your situation is quite special. Let me take a look; perhaps I can find a solution for you.” The Hierarchy of the Corpses God Sect gently said and slightly laughed. His laughter sounded gloomy and freaky as many green flames flickered in his dark green eyes and seemed very excited.
After finishing his words, Qingming immediately took actions without waiting for ShiYan’s agreement.
With the God Realm cultivation base, after slightly swaying his body, Qingming looked like a floating cloud, instantly appeared in front of ShiYan.
Qingming’s grim mask, gloomy voice, and green eyes could give people an imagination of a fen-fire flame in a night.
He stretched out his gloved hand, his fingers bent, forming a claw or a hook and then slowly aimed for ShiYan’s abdomen.
