This is the gift?
Netherworld King, Xi Yue, Han Shouyi and the others watched this scene, their expressions extremely grim.
The gray-robed old man stepped forward, blocking in front of Chu Ran, and said in a deep voice, "Second young master, this old slave fears I can only guarantee your safety."
"That dark red heart, is it the core of the formation?" Xi Yue pointed at the beating heart floating at the center of the altar.
"No matter what, we'll shatter that heart first!" Qin Zhao drew the Longsword in his hand; sword qi erupted in an instant!
Han Shouyi twisted his neck, making cracking sounds. "Twelve skeleton puppets of the Formless Realm… the Holy Sect really spared no cost." He stepped forward, green qi surging wildly around him as he alone greeted five of the skeletons. "These five are mine, the rest you can split."
Before his words finished, he had already turned into a streak of green afterimage.
