On the altar in front of the massive stone statue, there was a scroll of the Heavenly Book, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, as if an immortal had descended from the heavens.
Zhu Nanzhi landed on the stone bricks laid outside the hall.
A bedraggled figure crawled out from the hall, and beneath the heavy armor covering his entire body, he was not dead.
He raised his head, looking at Zhu Nanzhi: "The deeper the obsession, the easier it is for heart demons to breed. Why are you unaffected by any heart demons..."
Zhu Nanzhi gripped the sword hilt and walked towards him.
The man's face changed: "You can't kill me, if you kill me, you'll miss out on a great opportunity..."
Puff—
Zhu Nanzhi thrust Zhan Ming forward, this time blood splattered.
She slightly raised her head, still not speaking a word.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
"Puff... you can't... you..."
"I am... puff..."
"You... madwoman..."
