After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"Retreat immediately!"

"The formation has been broken!"

The light rain from the shattered array fell from the night sky.

Xu Changsheng roared, but did not retreat.

He tossed it with his hand.

The antique pocket watch flew into the air, its case cracking open on the spot. The essence of reincarnation accumulated over many years was squeezed out in one go, turning into a final layer of dark golden film, blocking the way for everyone in the manor.

"An ant carrying a basin."

Beneath the ghost mask, the necromancer let out a cold laugh.

"superior!"

The rebels' heavy armor trampled the grass.

The dozen or so skeletons had just raised their rusty longswords, crossed the broken defense line, and were about to strike the exhausted Xiao Hongli.

"Let's give it our all!"

Chen Ya gritted her teeth, her wood-type superpowers surged in her palm, and the thorny vines lashed out fiercely forward.

The necromancer stood behind the altar, his eyes filled with disdain.

In his view, these women had no other choice.

dead.

Or perhaps he will refine it into new undead artifacts.

Just as a dozen rusty knives were about to fall.

Boom—!

The deathly clouds overhead were shattered by a brute force.

The next moment, a stream of black and gold light crashed into the center of the enemy formation outside the manor gate.

A loud explosion occurred.

All the surrounding glass shattered.

The ground collapsed downwards.

The raging, primordial energy, enveloped in waves of energy, surged outwards in all directions.

The dozens of skeletons and heavily armored rebels at the forefront were blown to bits in mid-air before they could even scream.

Dust billowed up.

Zhou Ran, dressed in a black and gold robe, stood in the center of the giant pit.

This is Ye Futian's natal robe.

It is composed entirely of the purest form of demonic energy.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and collected.

Ten feet in circumference, all the bluestone slabs were reduced to dust.

The entire room fell silent.

The rebels' charge was abruptly halted by this shock.

Xu Changsheng raised his hand and caught the falling pocket watch; the dial cracked into a spiderweb pattern.

He steadied himself against the base of the formation, his face deathly pale, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Ya and Xiao Hongli looked up at the same time.

The weariness in their eyes was replaced by fervor.

That man has returned.

Even the dragon, whose throat was being choked by the undead, roared excitedly in mid-air.

The necromancer's smile froze.

He stared at Zhou Ran's purple-gold eyes, and his hand holding the bone staff began to tremble.

"Zhou Ran, you really do have some skills!"

I can escape from my nightmares and inner demons!

The necromancer was only slightly surprised, his face immediately darkening.

He assumed the man was all bark and no bite, and didn't want to lose face in front of a woman.

Easterners are always like this; they value face more than life itself!

"That's a death curse that pierces straight to the very source of consciousness."

How much of your strength do you have left?

Zhou Ran walked out of the giant pit onto flat ground.

His voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the eerie wind that filled the courtyard.

"What percentage of your full strength?"

Zhou Ran turned her head to look at him, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

"You think your few foreign curses are enough to disturb my consciousness?"

That little demon wasn't even enough to fill the gaps in Ye Futian's remaining Demon Emperor foundation.

Upon hearing this, the necromancer burst into laughter.

"Kill him in front of his woman!"

Hundreds of rebels from the underworld rose up simultaneously.

The yin energy, swirling with the light of blades, slashed densely towards Zhou Ran.

The necromancer bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto his bone staff.

The white bone staff emitted a loud crackling sound.

A deathly bone spear, shrouded in deadly black energy, materialized before him, aiming straight for Zhou Ran's heart.

The bone spear pierced through the air, instantly withering the vegetation along its path.

"A trivial skill!"

He could clearly sense that the person in front of him was very strong.

All the other superhumans I've encountered before combined aren't even half as good as this guy.

But times change.

He is now a cultivator at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

The black spear grew larger and larger in the Demon Eye, but Zhou Ran did not dodge.

He took only one step forward.

The profound meaning of the Golden Elixir of the Mind unfolded with a resounding boom.

Within a three-foot radius around him, a realm of idealistic perception unfolded spontaneously.

The Grim Reaper's bone spear crashed into that realm of imagery.

There was no explosion, and no aftershocks.

The deadly move that the necromancer had placed so much hope in stopped three inches in front of Zhou Ran, disintegrating inch by inch and scattering into gray-black powder.

The necromancer's pupils contracted sharply.

"Excellent tactic!"

I underestimated you!

With just one move, this person figured out Zhou Ran's true strength!

It's definitely not something I can handle right now.

He turned around and tried to tear open the space to escape.

But Zhou Ran's left arm was already lit up with a dark black Primordial Totem.

The Asura Demon Flame ignited along his arm.

step.

Zhou Ran disappeared from the spot.

next moment.

boom!

His five fingers gripped the necromancer's throat, lifting him up with a vengeance.

The necromancer frantically swung his bone staff, smashing it towards Zhou Ran's arm.

Click.

The white bone staff burned to a crisp the moment it touched the demonic fire.

"You people never learn."

Zhou Ran carried the necromancer, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Luring the tiger away from the mountain is only possible if the tiger actually leaves."

"You think you can raid my house?"

Tighten your fingers.

The necromancer's throat made a cracking sound, and his eyes bulged out.

"Don't you like to cram things into other people's heads?"

Zhou Ran stared at him.

"Today, I'll let you experience what it's like to have your soul searched."

The words fell.

Zhou Ran's divine sense transformed into a heavy hammer, directly smashing into the necromancer's sea of ​​consciousness.

He was given no chance to beg for mercy.

The necromancer's limbs convulsed violently, and his joints twisted and deformed.

Zhou Ran quickly searched through his memories.

The exact location of the Yin-Yang passage.

Western financial groups' fund transfers.

There is also a piece of intelligence hidden deep within the geological veins of Jiangcheng.

When Zhou Ran saw that memory, his eyes darkened.

This group wants to use 30 million living souls to fill the River of Oblivion; this is only the first step.

What they were really eyeing was the remains of an ancient powerful being located beneath Jiangcheng.

The remains were buried in the earth's veins to suppress the fortune of Jiangcheng.

This is the real reason why the underworld rebels and Western forces must establish themselves in Jiangcheng.

That's it!

The soul search is over.

Zhou Ran clenched his fist.

puff.

The necromancer's head exploded on the spot.

He casually tossed the headless corpse aside.

At this moment, Fatty Wang carried the Su sisters on his back and rushed back to the manor with Li Zhiyao.

Li Zhiyao looked at the courtyard full of Yin Realm rebels and sneered.

He made a hand seal with one hand while chanting incantations.

"Capture the soul!"

A crimson chain shot out from his palm and swirled into the enemy ranks.

The Asura Demon Fire left behind by Zhou Ran is still burning on the ground.

Blood chains weave through.

Demonic fire blocked the road.

The rebels, now without a leader, completely collapsed, unable to even find a way to escape.

One minute later.

There were no survivors outside the manor.

Xu Changsheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, walked to Zhou Ran's side, looked at the necromancer's corpse on the ground, and said bitterly.

"Mr. Zhou, if you had been half a minute later, this old man would have really lost his watch."

Zhou Ran took the wet towel Chen Ya handed him and slowly wiped the blood from between his fingers.

"I'll make up for the loss."

Xu Changsheng's lips twitched.

"What, you don't believe me?"

Before Xu Changsheng could speak, Zhou Ran threw the jade pendant that Feng Xi had given him over.

The moment Xu Changsheng saw the jade pendant, he was greatly shocked!

"This...this..."

This is..."

Xu Changsheng wiped his sweat, but before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ran interrupted him.

"Do you know him?"

"I don't know him!"

"But the design of this jade pendant was created by an artisan from the underworld."

Furthermore, the two characters "Commander-in-Chief" engraved on it indicate an extraordinary status!

"Oh?"

Zhou Ran asked with great interest.

Judging from Xu Changsheng's reaction, the Five Palaces of the Underworld still value him enough.

"With this token, Mr. Zhou's status in the underworld is even higher than that of the Ten Great Underworld Marshals, surpassing even the Ghost King!"

Xu Changsheng dared not be negligent and bowed in response.

"That's more like it, it suits my status."

However, when he said this, Zhou Ran's expression was calm, without the slightest arrogance.

His divine sense swept across the manor, then across the night, and landed in the direction of the city outskirts.

There, an extremely troublesome yin energy has just been born.

Resentment and malice.

filthy.

It also carries the scent of orthodox underworld authority.