"Crunch crunch..."
The jade ring is refining the spiritual power remnants of the Netherworld King!
Unlike the spirit of the Storm God's Throne, this thread of spiritual residue is much weaker... The refining speed of the ring is also much faster, in just a few dozen seconds, it devoured this small Nightmare seed completely!
Gu Shen looked at the "Netherworld King" at the end of the Nether River and chuckled softly, "It seems you were indeed about to die back then... The spirit you left behind is weak to such an extent."
Yet with just this little spirit, you thought to corrode the Angel Envoy?
The obsession of the previous Netherworld King is indeed terrifying.
Just how much did he desire to build a "Pure Land"?
With the nightmare cleared, Mu Wanqiu's complexion visibly improved.
She raised her head blankly, touching the bleeding spot on her forehead.
In those few dozen seconds, the shadow hovering over her heart seemed to have unknowingly dissipated...
