"So now, it seems that only my imprint remains inside that boy." The white-haired beautiful woman's face turned somewhat livid.
If this trip to the Nether River Realm yielded neither the Divine Milk nor even the evil treasure, then this risk would truly have been taken in vain.
Strangely enough, although Liu Zu remained exceptionally calm, the Blood-robed Person, after a moment of shock and anger, also quickly regained composure.
However, his eyes flickered with a sharp light, as if he was pondering something.
The white-haired beautiful woman, unable to say anything further, immediately floated in the air and sat cross-legged. Behind her, eight ghost kings simultaneously transformed into thick ghostly aura, wrapping her up to help tremendously increase her cultivation, attempting to forcibly break through Han Li's obstruction of the imprint.
Black mist churned unpredictably, with ghostly wails occasionally emanating from within.
It sent shivers down one's spine.
