Cha Wang's figure continued to shrink, slowly shrinking until it was only as tall as a person, he already looked like a human being.
Yu Ziqing descended from mid-air, coldly staring down at Cha Wang.
At this moment, he looked like an old man with no flesh and blood under his skin, exuding a stench and ominous presence, his vitality tortured by illness and poison to the brink of death.
"Whether you are Divine King Chawang or Disease Devil King.
You are a synonym for error, the embodiment of all illnesses.
I don't know if you would die before, but this time, if you can endure, whatever you do, I won't stop you.
From now on, I will avoid you whenever I see you.
Consider this my declaration, I hope you can prove me wrong.
The hope of everyone in the world has been consumed by you, all the despair and fear.
Combined with the power of the Divine Dynasty, with me personally leading all the hungry ghosts in worship.
And all paths aiding.
