"Netherworld Suppression! Submit!"
A soft shout, and the chilling, terrifying ghost energy continually emanated from Nalan Jing, whose white clothes were as snowy as ever, pressing fiercely toward the two individuals.
The faces of the two showed painful expressions, constantly struggling, attempting to break free from Nalan Jing's Netherworld Suppression.
But the eerie ghost energy drilled into their minds, continually devouring their Divine Sense; under this ghost energy, they had no ability to resist!
Gradually, they stopped struggling, their gaze turning dull, and they stood respectfully behind Nalan Jing.
"Go kill them all," Nalan Jing said lightly.
His purple eyes narrowed slightly, the aura of slaughter was incredibly terrifying, and the ghost energy around him was fierce, like a Demon God from the depths of the netherworld.
