"Are you two having fun?"
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Demonic Cultivator.
"It's you!!"
The bald giant and the sinister old man, upon seeing Luo Qingchen, became red-eyed with fury, wishing to tear him apart!
"A mere Nascent Soul Stage junior! Who exactly are you! How can you control such a terrifying Formation!" The bald giant screamed fiercely, demanding an answer.
He couldn't comprehend it.
Even in death, he couldn't comprehend it.
All of this had completely surpassed his understanding.
"Who I am, you dying people have no right to know." Luo Qingchen said calmly, with eyes indifferent as if looking at two corpses.
"I'll only ask you once."
"Where is the real main force sent by the Temple of Shadow this time? When will they arrive? Who is leading them, and what's their Cultivation?"
"Tell me, and I can give you a swift death like I did with that Silver Mask last time."
