The Power of Time, the Golden Yama
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Pu!"
The masked man spat out a mouthful of blood.
From his tattered robe, Devil Veins could be seen to suddenly light up on his skin.
"Roar..."
The masked man's head suddenly twitched twice, and a low, inhuman roar rumbled from his throat.
He raised his eyes with difficulty. He was shocked that he was not defeated by the Divine Puppet's fist, but by an Innate (stage) who had repeatedly revealed his trump card!
This Innate (stage), compared to the Cutting Path (stage) he had fought before was even more...
"Special?"
At this point, the masked man's thoughts froze.
The next moment the Devil Veins lit up, his consciousness gradually became sluggish.
His spiritual altar was also being destroyed bit by bit by beastly desire. All kinds of inner demons and obsessions during the cultivation process in the past resurfaced one after another.
"Ho!"
He let out a strange roar again.