"What the hell?"
They hadn't acted, but once they did, it was astounding.
Hu Ma found himself squeezed outside by those walking ghost apprentices, completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, this group of Reincarnators had been utterly suppressed by Old Master Yan. Now that they had become ruthless, Old Master Yan appeared just as pitiful.
Clearly, he possessed a half-imperial mandate, was shielded by immortal qi, and his stiff, decaying body even had a semblance of being undying and indestructible. Yet now, he looked like a pathetic, withered old man, pinned down and gang-kicked by a group of Reincarnators.
The Bone Umbrella spread open, blocking the vast dark clouds overhead. The coffin nails pinned the iron chains, holding him firmly to the ground. Then the others rushed forward—some pulling teeth, some peeling scales, some sawing Dragon Horns...
