Jing Mie Demon Marshal, as well as a Primeval Soul of the Nine Holy Demon Monarch, finally appeared outside Li Fan's small courtyard.
Taking a deep breath, Jing Mie had just walked all the way from the entrance of the village, truly terrified.
The murderous intent was too fearsome, with dire straits at every turn; many times, he felt his end had come.
However, fortunately, many of the terrifying death traps did not attack him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have made it here.
"Gong Ya, having parted nearly ten thousand years ago, you and I finally meet again," said Jing Mie coldly as he looked at Gong Ya.
"Where is the Demon Monarch's Primeval Soul? Hand it over!"
"You're no match for me, and the Primeval Soul you're protecting hasn't even been in this world for a full year!"
Upon hearing this, Gong Ya simply replied, "It's not yet certain whose game it will be."