The white-robed Long Chen slowly stood, his ice-cold eyes exuding an aura of death. He looked like the divine emperor of hell itself.0

Glancing down at the blood on his chest, the white-robed Long Chen frowned slightly before shifting his gaze toward Zhu Yin. 0

The moment Zhu Yin’s eyes met Long Chen’s abyss-like stare, a sharp pain stabbed into his skull. His entire body shuddered as an intense sense of danger rose within him.0

“How useless. Defeated again? You still need me to take control of this body,” the white-robed Long Chen murmured, his voice emotionless and chilling.7

Zhu Yin’s confusion deepened as he watched Long Chen strike himself, only for this white-robed...0