So Zheng Chuanhai didn't seem at all flustered.
He stood off to the side, casually glanced at Chen Jie, then turned to look at the formation.
Within the formation, the seven-foot-tall figure seemed oblivious to its surroundings. As his form grew increasingly thin with the evil qi he emitted, he began to move.
His feet never touched the ground; he remained on that round pearl, seemingly manipulating the Spiritual Pearl beneath him to walk.
His walking followed the bloodstains on the formation on the ground, proceeding with an extremely strange rhythm, slowly approaching Lin Chen.
But Lin Chen evidently didn't know this; his consciousness seemed to sink into a terrifying purgatory filled with countless spirits.
Among them were Lin Chen's former friends or past enemies, sharing the commonality of having died long ago.
Some died because of Lin Chen, while others were killed by Lin Chen.
