"It seems that this is the disciple of the Primordial Holy Land possessed by an ancient evil spirit..."
Zhao Yu gripped the Tai Chi Diagram in his palm, a trace of fear in his voice.
The ancient evil spirit is an extremely old and terrifying entity. If it were not suppressed by the combined efforts of the five human emperors, leaving only its remnant soul, it could annihilate everyone present with a mere gesture.
"Who exactly are you?"
Lu Changsheng questioned the ancient evil spirit while secretly preparing various survival techniques.
No one knew how much the ancient evil spirit had recovered.
The ancient evil spirit said coldly, "Summer insects cannot speak of ice. A group of ants, unworthy of knowing my name."
