Ghostly wails echoed as the ominous wind dissipated. Ye Xuan walked leisurely, heading directly along the stairway path toward the second level of the Nine Nether Tower.
The Nine Nether Tower was divided into nine levels, imprisoning many earthly fiends, as well as some demons and ghostly entities.
Earthly fiends was merely a general term; among them were immortals and members of the demon race, each listing individuals from various tribes, all considered to be scourges of their respective eras.
"Boy, seeing your body covered in Buddha light, did you commit a grave mistake in Lingshan and thus ended up imprisoned in the Nine Nether Tower?"
Just as Ye Xuan stepped onto the second level, a black crow flapped its wings and flew toward him. This crow was entirely black, with piercing emerald green eyes. As it neared Ye Xuan, an intense chill filled the surrounding space.
"A mutant of heaven and earth, a September Cold Crow?"
