Why would the Reincarnators who tried to stop me from returning to Shangjing appear here?
Countless guesses filled Hu Ma's mind, and he immediately struck with even greater force. The inexplicable obstruction had filled his heart with frustration and fury, which now surged to its peak. Turning, he retracted his grasp and let out a muffled roar, spewing out rolling waves of resentment.
This extremely cold resentment left a layer of white frost on the bluestone slabs wherever it passed. At the edge of the square, several dozen Zhang away, flowers, grass, and trees withered instantly upon the slightest contact. If it were a living body, the skin would peel off layer by layer.
The Meng Family's Ancestor, the utmost defilement of the underworld, had become a first-rate technique in Hu Ma's hands, capable of injuring the flesh, the Divine Soul, and even reversing Magic.
