Inside the waiting room, the black Hellfire raged to the skies.
The dark Hellfire reflected against Lin Yuan's silhouette.
Wearing the Ox Head Armor, Lin Yuan seemed like an evil spirit that had walked out from the Underworld.
If you just looked at the appearance, Lin Yuan looked more like an evil spirit compared to Yimu Wu.
My father once said, what can defeat magic is only magic.
Similarly, what can defeat evil spirits is also only evil spirits.
You can only defeat evil spirits by being eviler and more sinister than them.
Even more evil and sinister than the evil spirits, there are only the Netherworld Yin Spirits.
Because....
They are organized evil spirits.
Under Lin Yuan's feet was the Yellow Springs Road, seemingly two meters wide and forty-nine meters long, paved with green stone slabs.
Amidst the raging flames, Lin Yuan straddled his horse, moving quickly toward Mr. Yimu Wu.
"You..."
"What on earth are you?" Mr. Yimu Wu said hoarsely.
