"Huh?"
Shen Siyuan gazed at the sudden skeleton apparition in the void, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
That apparition was not a spirit but a projection of martial will condensed to the extreme, its spearhead directed at the sky, emanating a fierce and unstoppable aura.
He never expected that within this filthy Yangzhou Netherworld, there would be someone strong enough to refine their martial will to such a tangible extent.
This insight naturally came from the wisdom and experience inherited from the Jiuyou Demon Lord.
At the moment the apparition appeared, Duoduo in the air reacted the fastest, turning the Qiankun Umbrella handle without hesitation. Her figure retreated to Shen Siyuan's side like lightning, the umbrella slightly opened to guard her surroundings vigilantly.
Xiao Yue was also swift, flipping her wrist as the soul-hooking chain flew like a spirit snake, precisely wrapping around Dou Dou's waist to drag her back as if flying a kite.
