The air before me, the ground, the grass and trees, the sunlight, information... even space itself was endowed with life, opening a great maw to fiercely bite down.
It intended to completely devour the body belonging to the "Corpse," along with Wang Yuan who was hiding inside, and then, in one fell swoop, seize the position of the Black Emperor.
Crackle—!
Directly facing a Heavenly Official, Wang Yuan no longer dared to fight while masquerading as a disciple. At the moment when the roots within his body went berserk, he abruptly released the [Divine Skill·Faceless Ghost King] that enveloped him.
A skin membrane that had been fashioned from a drop of Ying Buqu's essence blood, already penetrated by tree roots and riddled with a thousand holes, turned to ash in the blink of an eye.
Wang Yuan's Yang God separated from it, unharmed.
This rotten peach you wish to eat, Ying Buqu, what does it have to do with me, Wang Qianshan?
