Jiang Fan could hardly believe his eyes.
West Spirit Mountain turned out to be a corpse?
Yue Mingzhu's eyes trembled and she asked, "Whose corpse is this? Why is there the pressure of a Saint?"
She tried to operate the Emperor's Gaze Technique to observe the corpse's fortune.
However, her Eye Technique could not operate in front of the corpse, as if an invisible force was obstructing it.
"Who else could it be?"
The Asura Saint Son stood with his hands behind his back, gazing indifferently at the face of the giant corpse: "Of course, it is the Boundary Master of the Dark Shura lineage from ten thousand years ago."
"If he doesn't die, how could the Buddha validate his path?"
What?
Jiang Fan fell into shock, the Boundary Master of the Dark Shura lineage from ten thousand years ago?
Ten thousand years ago, not only did the Hell Realm lose the Yellow Springs and Tongyuan Realm Masters, but also a third Dark Shura boundary master fell?
