After resonating with the malice of the Final Abyss, Wu Xiaode can now sense any kind of malice.
At this moment.
The overwhelming malice emanating from the gigantic bone palm could drive any living creature mad!
The malice was so intense that even the Wall of Wishes displayed a task.
However, behind Wu Xiaode stood the entire Netherworld, the malice accumulated by countless spirits over innumerable ages.
When it comes to malice, he is not afraid at all!
Wu Xiaode looked up at the bone claw that covered the sky and grinned:
"Oh, I'm so scared, just admit you're forcing me to call for backup, why be so fierce?"
Having said that, he reached out and touched the gray halo, placing it on his head.
This halo cannot be used.
But the opponent should know what this halo represents.
— Does it dare to rip off ties with a Holy one?
Come on.
Come hit me.
Let's see if you actually have the guts!
A cold glint flashed in Wu Xiaode's eyes as he sneered and said:
