Long Xingyun recalled the terrifying feeling akin to "Mount Tai Pressing Down" just now, involuntarily shivering and his feet started retreating uncontrollably.
The Commander gazed at Yang Fan's towering and unmoving figure, his old face filled with envy.
If only I had two-tenths of Mr. Ghost's power!
After a dozen seconds.
"Boom!"
Illusory thunder exploded.
A furious roar followed: "Mortal, you repeatedly provoke!"
It was the voice of Bai shan Evil God.
As the Master of the Spirit Realm, she naturally sensed the realm becoming unstable.
Although she could only sense the world's rejection without knowing exactly what was happening, she understood that this matter must be related to this "mortal."
Yang Fan did not answer, merely showing a faint smile.
After a moment.
In the snow dust on the opposite side of the Spirit Realm Passage, suddenly emerged a slender figure.
It was Bai shan Goddess.
