"Hmph! Just that?"
With a muffled groan, as blood just began to trickle from the corner of his mouth, Jin Ren stubbornly burned the infernal white flame to ash.
The surrounding Fengdu phenomena were still forming, and the pressure became ever more intense.
Furthermore, the terrifying Aura of the God of Death loomed overhead, like an overwhelming force!
Damn my lack of Heavenly Ancestor's Power... Jin Ren knew he lost because he wasn't in his true form and lacked outside forces.
Even though Penetrating Divine Senses could resist the Power of Divinity, he was just born, his sword cognition barely developed a few strands compared to Hua Changdeng's decades of deep foundation in the River of Oblivion—like Little Wu meeting a great witch.
He immediately changed his move, daring not to continue his pretense.
Bizarre Magic!
With a single thought, the Will Ghost was forcibly twisted.
With a soft "pop," his frightening finger transformed into a white goose feather...
