"Netherworld Prison Master?"
"Hahaha, the Prison Master himself has intervened, you're all doomed!"
The Primordial Spirits of Luo Tianpeng and his two companions floated in the void, their faces filled with wild joy, grinning viciously at Xiao Yi and his group.
Zhang Ming's expression changed slightly, nervously looking at Xiao Yi: "Master, the Netherworld Prison Master has made his move..."
"No matter!"
Xiao Yi waved his hand, slightly raising his head to look in the direction of Netherworld City.
Rumble!
Dark clouds appeared over Netherworld City, thick and heavy, blotting out the sky, and within those oppressive black clouds seemed to be the screams of countless wronged souls howling in rage. The terrifying pressure spanned thousands of miles, all beings trembling, not daring to look directly.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
A series of dull footsteps directly striking the soul resounded through the void.
