"Even I don't know who I am? How can I tell you?" The man spoke, as tendrils of black mist arose behind him, enveloping his entire being, while ghostly hands clawed menacingly, accompanied by countless wails and screams of specters.
The Black Dragon was startled: [Good heavens! How many lives have you taken?!]
It also didn't forget to warn Jiang Nuo, this Evil Cultivator was not just any ordinary Evil Cultivator; countless cultivators had died by his hands, most through "possession".
Possession?!
Jiang Nuo's pupils widened once more: "You've actually possessed so many cultivators?!"
Ghosts of ordinary people, although filled with resentment after a tragic death, could never reach the terror before him. It was as if the evil spirits of the entire Hell had been summoned by him, dark clouds pressing the city, lightning and thunder.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
Even within Jiang Nuo's Sea of Consciousness, there was a chilling and horrifying aura.
