The Old Dream Demon Emperor raised his finger and placed it on his lips, murmuring a spell.
In an instant.
A layer of shimmering light appeared on the surface of his body.
Then, like a tide, it receded into the crown above his head.
Without the cover of the shimmering light.
A young man dressed in black, standing tall, with a handsome face but a cold look in his eyes appeared before him.
"Jiang... Jiang Fan?"
Zhuo Yin, as if seeing a ghost, uttered a terrified and horrified sound.
What he feared most was Jiang Fan assassinating him!
But ironically, he had been deceived by Jiang Fan to leave the West Sea Palace, following him alone to this desolate place.
At this moment, no matter how much he shouted, no one could save him.
Jiang Fan drew the Purple Sword and said indifferently:
"It's a pity."
"You can't return to the South Sea."
"You can't be the carefree Demon Emperor, enjoying the blessings of the South Sea."
