C370 The Second Style of the Killing God(1)

The energy of the netherworld is surging.

Ye Xuan felt incomparably oppressed in his heart. The painful wails, the long-cherished wish to live, the curses of his blood and tears stung his nerves.

It was as if his entire body was in a mass grave. His heart felt like it was being torn apart by the wails of ghosts. He could feel the pain in his heart