The two Stone Statue Ghost Kings shattered again. With red eyes, the Yellow Spring Great Sage stared at Zhang Xuan, who was stomping on them in the distance. He felt anger simmer inside him.
"Are you… having a good time stomping on them?!" he said coldly, gritting his teeth.
His voice seemed to come from the skies. It was extremely cold, like a piece of ice that would not melt for ten thousand years.
Zhang Xuan's back was turned to the Yellow Spring Great Sage, so he didn't see the latter's gloomy face. However, he could feel a wave of burning anger behind him.
In the distance…
The eyes of the other Nether Prison experts all went wide as they stared in disbelief at the Yellow Spring Great Sage. The Fire Demon even raised his hand and pointed a finger, his lips quivering as he said, "Zhang Xuan… You… Behind you…"
