Kapitel 295: Lin Qiye: Can You Continue the Performance?

A rumbling voice sounded, containing anger and some pain.

The Son of the Netherworld instantly disappeared from where he was and stood in the distance, looking at the shattered sky vigilantly.

There was a terrifying aura.

"Judging from the aura fluctuations, it's stronger than me?"

The Son of the Netherworld felt his scalp go numb.

He saw the pitch-black sky, where evil black energy was boiling.

An immortal body with monstrous demonic flames suppressed the world and descended.

However, on its body, there was corpse energy, death aura, resentment, greed, anger, and foolishness. Countless negative energies were mixed within. It was chaotic and difficult to control.

The Son of the Netherworld raised his eyebrows.

The corpse energy, the death aura, and the resentment were casually stuffed into the altar by him.

He had not expected that they would contaminate the existence of the altar.