"You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask? I've never been to the depths of the Dark Prison." The handsome guy stretched his neck and shouted. Don't even mention the tenth layer of the Dark Prison.
He couldn't even be certain he could enter the first eight layers.
"If my guess is correct, the possessor in front of us must be the Slasher who fought against the residual soul of my father back then!"
Lin Zifeng squinted his eyes, recalling what Jia Zhenjing told him after coming out of the Dark Prison.
That day, when Jia Zhenjing brought the old man and Nangong Shui out of the third layer, passing the barrier of the Monk, the residual soul of the Holy War Angel appeared to save them.
However, the moment the residual soul of the Holy War Angel appeared, a soul comparable to the Holy War's came charging from the depths. According to Jia Zhenjing's recollection, that soul was a faceless man. The features were blurry and unrecognizable.
