The violent whirlwind from the punch created a howling gale, turning the basement into an almost vacuum state.
The black fog that had just darkened the sky vanished instantly, leaving Muye dead without a trace.
Seeing this scene, Ning Fan had no time to rejoice before his expression suddenly darkened.
The black fog that had disappeared just now somehow emerged again, beginning to fill the void.
And within the swirling black fog, a human-shaped phantom gradually emerged.
The original form of the phantom, who else could it be but Muye?
"Immortal Body."
"Immortal Body, my ass."
Vivian said angrily, "If my Divine Power were sufficient, these Death Spirits wouldn't dare to be so arrogant in front of me."
"Death Spirits?"
"These black fogs are Death Spirits, the aura of the undead refined from souls. As long as the Death Spirits are not extinguished, he can be reborn infinitely."
Ning Fan said in surprise, "Doesn't that mean he can't be killed?"
