"You, it's you!"
"A kid who also masters Yin Yang Power like me, how dare you come to see me? I'll eat you, eat you!"
Jiang Siming, bound by the Heavenly Prison Chains, quickly noticed Chu Nan's arrival.
In an instant, his expression became even more frantic, his whole body struggling fiercely, causing the chains to clatter constantly.
The entire world trembled as if he could break free at any moment.
But after all, this is the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, a heavenly grade Spirit Martial!
Even a Martial Artist at the ninth level of the Unified Realm is as insignificant as an ant before the power of the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall.
Chu Nan's mind stirred, and the sun representing the core of the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall burst into dazzling light.
The struggling Jiang Siming immediately let out a piercing scream, gradually quieting down.
Yet Chu Nan still faintly heard Jiang Siming cursing him.
