The saying "Fierce ghosts fear wicked people" is actually true.
Human wickedness is the greatest evil in the world.
Marcellus Lopez had stayed in the Sweatblood Ridge for so long that he was unfamiliar with the outside world.
However, someone who could casually kill the Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and act as if nothing happened is absolutely best avoided.
He wasn't afraid of fighting; he was more concerned about the secret of this ancient armor being exposed.
A person who can easily kill their own master has no sense of integrity.
Marcellus Lopez feared nothing but trouble.
"You see, if we'd talked earlier, the Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance wouldn't have had to die?"
Julius Reed sighed, expressing his helplessness.
In fact, the Truth King from the Nine Nether Realm only entered his sea of consciousness.
Just like before.
As soon as the Truth King leaves and enters the body, everything will be back to normal.
No anomalies whatsoever.
