The moment Qiong Meng saw Mo Lin, he was indescribably shocked.
He had long received the news that Mo Lin was at West Mountain.
And the body was still at West Mountain.
So upon seeing Mo Lin at this moment, Qiong Meng was extremely stunned.
"Why aren't you dead?" Qiong Meng asked Mo Lin incredulously.
This was already the second time he had raised such doubts.
"Let's settle both our old and new grudges together." Mo Lin took a step forward and coldly spoke to Qiong Meng.
This Qiong Meng had schemed against Mo Lin several times, nearly causing his death.
As soon as the words fell, Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld's Nether Fire surged out instantly.
The pitch-black flames enveloped Qiong Meng.
Qiong Meng was not one to be trifled with; he snorted coldly, "Ghost Fire!"
Red Ghost Fire surged out instantly, countering Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire.
This Ghost Fire, similar to Chen Xi's, was of the same level of existence.
