Hell's Lord's rage was like hell on earth. Even the cultivators who had clawed their way up from the heap of the dead shook in fear as they watched the scene that was unfolding in front of their eyes.
Mo Chen, dressed in white, stood under the tree not far away. He averted his gaze from the sky and landed on the bloody street below.
He hadn't expected Feng Jiu to return so soon but was arrested and taken to an unknown location. No ordinary person could have opened the teleportation array that appeared in the air that day or ensnared Feng Jiu with the black aura. It seemed that she should be taken away by the owner of the world annihilation black lotus.
Right then, he couldn't help but worry about whether or not she could escape the clutches of those people.
