A New Mysterious Race

Putting aside Tianzi Sword and the Beiyin Mountain, the close-combat skills that she was proud of were useless against the Yama Avatar.

Only now did Xu Tianyi realize the difference between them.

As the Yellow Spring Token was crushed, a crack appeared in the void above his head.

Countless pitch-black demonic energy gushed out of the crack, accompanied by the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves. It was as if the gates of hell had been opened.

The Yellow Spring Holy River had been flowing since ancient times.

"He Chuan, where did you attract the strong enemy?" Yuan Emperor's surprised voice rang out.

He was definitely not an ordinary God Realm expert. If he had not borrowed the power of the Netherworld, he would have to temporarily avoid the edge.

"The Netherworld? So it's you guys."

No wonder an expert suddenly appeared. It turned out that he was a visitor from another world.