"Evil heretics, everyone has the right to eliminate them!"
Jiang Ziwen's icy voice echoed through the starry sky.
Then, riding an extreme Yin wind, he stepped out from the world's celestial firmament. Each step he took made the starry sky tremble as if in submission.
The starry sky trembled! All the surrounding stars dimmed!
"What tremendous power!"
"He truly is an expert of the Ghost Tribe!"
The gazes of numerous powerhouses fell upon Jiang Ziwen, their faces showing shock, their hearts filled with gravity.
In a daze, they saw a ghost god from a Great Thousand World descend upon the barren Second Heaven—a supreme, inviolable, and lofty spiritual being.
"A Ghost Tribe member at the early-stage Profound Immortal Realm—what excellent nourishment!" 'Laughing Demon' remarked sinisterly, a fervent glint of greed flashing in his savage eyes, showing no hint of fear.
