When Zhu Yu returned to Moyang City, he listened to the reports from the Palace Guard and hurried to the dungeon.
Upon arriving at the location, he saw Han Yu looking refreshed, while the black robe at his feet lay collapsed like mud.
Inside the dungeon, Tu Xingsun bit his lip tightly, not daring to make a sound, fearing this demon would notice him. If he got bored and decided to play with him as well, what could he do?
Just earlier, he had witnessed the most bizarre and terrifying scene of his life. Han Yu seemed to hold something invisible in his hand, but with every swinging motion, the black robe in his hand howled endlessly as if it had lost its soul.
Not only that, but the aura of the black robe at Great Perfection kept falling, first dropping to the Divine Gaze Realm, and then falling back to the Seeing Me Realm.
