After a mist of blood dissipated, all that remained were the skeletal remains of the Immortal Robe entity and his soul.
"You're declaring war against the Holy Court!" the soul of the Immortal Robe entity roared furiously.
"This is the rule of the Netherworld Realm. Without the permission of the Lord of the Dead Spirits, anyone who comes will meet the same fate," the middle-aged man said calmly.
With a wave of his hand, an iron chain appeared, binding the soul and pulling the Immortal Robe entity directly down.
"Take it to Hell," the middle-aged man said indifferently.
Several corpses approached, ignoring the struggling spirit of the Immortal Robe entity, dragging it downward.
The middle-aged man's figure then faded into the shadows of Luofu Stronghold.
The Netherworld Realm once again returned to calm and silence.
......
After more than half a month, Xu Zimei opened his eyes from recovery.
He exhaled a long breath of polluted qi.
Still a little weak, but much improved.
