In the dark underground, a netherworld-like blue flame rose in steam, with the chains of death clattering like cookware spinning flames.
Duan Yun was really being stir-fried by White Impermanence!
And it was an explosive stir-fry!
"Too forceful!"
"Damn it, it's really too forceful!"
"Lord Wuchang, fry him to death!"
...
The ghosts who had been suppressing themselves finally couldn't hold it in when they saw this scene, some had corners of their mouths lifting joyfully.
"I'm telling you, Lord Wuchang is invincible!"
"This guy, even if he isn't dead, he's severely injured by now!"
"Look at that guy, definitely scared stiff, his companion is about to be fried to death, and he's just watching like a helpless wife."
...
Murong brothers were pointed at by the opponent, momentarily stunned.
But as Duan Yun's brothers, they knew Duan Yun was never that simple; how many women who wanted to kill him ended up dead themselves?
