"Oh? You are so confident…" Fang Yuan smiled.
Dong Fang Chang Fan's soul had already become his captive and his life or death was held in Fang Yuan's hands, but he still had such confidence.
Fang Yuan, however, was unconcerned and started soul searching.
For a moment, Dang Hun palace was shrouded in darkness, cold wind blew and ghostly cries could be heard lingering in one's ears.
In the bleak and strange wind, Fang Yuan revealed his original appearance, a towering immortal zombie body in a greenish-black color. A malevolent appearance, sharp fangs, blood-red eyes, eight arms that stretched out with their sharp and large monstrous claws - one slowly moving towards Dong Fang Chang Fan's soul.
Dong Fang Chang Fan's soul involuntarily wavered for a moment at Fang Yuan's vicious appearance, but it shortly calmed down and let Fang Yuan's claw grab it.
A soul was not corporeal, but Fang Yuan's claws firmly grabbed on to Dong Fang Chang Fan's soul.
