A muffled grunt echoed through the air: "Nine Tribulations, Profound Yin!","Massacre, is that your way" Zu Guanglie curled the corner of his mouth into a sneer, his words unknown to whom. But a pair of eyes as bright as stars were gradually being covered by a cold emotion.,Gongyang Bai glanced at the man on Fei Ying's back, no longer hesitating. He clasped his ten fingers together, holding them before him, his long hair swaying without wind, "Surrender now, and you might still return to your homeland in one piece! Because...the power of this next spell is beyond my control!!"。