"Even though I don't know who the heck you're talking about with that 'fat ball'... But if I hadn't blocked that punch for you, you'd be a goner," Fairy White Bones' voice echoed in Song Shuhang's mind. Even her 'Slow-Witted Song's Bone Shards' couldn't withstand the force of that punch. Song Shuhang's feeble consciousness would've been obliterated.
At the same time, Fairy White Bones swiftly materialized and extended her slender longsword toward Song Shuhang's consciousness. The sword seemed to magnetically draw his virtuous divine sense, allowing it to attach to the blade.
"The fat ball was the former big shot ruling over the Netherworld. Yeah, the one who just bit the dust because of the collapse of the Heavenly Dao," Song Shuhang replied.
Fairy White Bones was speechless.
You really are something else!
If even the ruler of the Netherworld can't take you out, how resilient must your life force be?
