"Hongyi... his own flesh and blood?!"
Sha Wudao, the Quasi-Immortal Emperor leading the Dark Foreign Race, saw his pupils suddenly contract to the size of pinpoints. The black mist wreathing his body surged violently, revealing his hideous, crack-filled face beneath.
He stared fixedly at the bloody token radiating purple light in Ying Wuyi's hand, his Adam's apple bobbing as he involuntarily took half a step back.
Chapter 451