“Devil race!”

Qin Yu said in a low voice, “He is the Nether Domain Master.”

Solitary Westgate looked up, his eyes shaking. Then, a look of pain crossed his face, eventually transforming into torrential killing intent.

“It was you! It was all because of you!”

His poignant cries rolled through the air like roars of thunder.

Babasa turned around. A strange smile appeared on his scaled face. “You only managed to find the murderer of your wife and child when I had no choice but to reveal myself. How pitiful and pathetic. Your wife and child must be disappointed in you down below.”

Solitary Westgate had an incomparably pained expression. “I should have thought of this…a long time ago…” In the past when he rose so rapidly, he still hadn’t come into direct conflict with the Immortal Sect. He had been puzzled...