Hearing Fang Wang's words, the man in purple laughed as he looked at him and said, "Junior, some things aren't for you to see just because you want to."
He raised his right hand, and a black pagoda condensed in his palm, swiftly enlarging to nine levels, each adorned with various statues on all four sides, lifelike and mesmerizing, making one feel entranced at a glance.
Lu Yuanjun likewise summoned a black gourd, and three ghostly gods emerged, his black robe fluttering in the air as if he were a fierce ghost himself, surrounding Fang Wang with the man in purple from front and back.
Just at that moment!
Strong presences approached from all directions, a few of which felt familiar to Fang Wang, probably belonging to several Peak Masters of the Great Abyss Gate.
Reinforcements had arrived.
Just like in the stories, they always arrive belatedly.
But now it was Fang Wang's home ground, and no one could overshadow his majesty!