His arrogant nature did not allow him to sit and wait for death to become nourishment; even if he died, he was going to drag someone down with him.
To put it simply, the sect master, standing on the fifth layer, certainly calculated quite a bit. Meng Fan could already sense the aura of a crafty old fox emanating from the sect master.
At that moment, the soul fragment of the Demon Sovereign in the Black Tiger Mountains seemed to have gone mad, bombarding its surroundings wildly.
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