The Immortal Crane said coldly, "If I die as a Ghost... all of you shall be punished!"
"Snap!" He actually thrust his hand into his own chest!
The Immortal Crane's physical body began to become strange, as if aging hundreds of years in an instant. Those white feathers turned withered yellow, foul blood flowed from the seven orifices, even the eyes became dull, and the crest on his head became filthy.
This bizarre aura, even separated by a mountain peak, made Lu Yuan's whole body shiver with fear.
"This Mo Sect is too ruthless... creating such a peerless weapon of mass destruction."
This is a Ghost.
The world's first Ghost, transformed from the Immortal Crane.
Its combat power was simply beyond imagination, the bizarre aura directly suppressed all surrounding Myths.
Lu Yuan was drenched in sweat, knowing full well this was an illusion realm of history, yet still cold sweat ran continuously.
