"Your goddamn 'no way'! Zhan Xingzi, didn't your Heavenly Star Sect's old ancestor leave behind some trump card? Hurry up and bring it out to save us!"
Yi Chen raised his head to the sky. Witnessing the celestial phenomena before him, a sense of urgency involuntarily swept across his face.
As he gazed upon the three slowly manifesting Dao Fruits, he couldn't help but feel he had underestimated the heroes of the world.
The gray Dao Fruit exuded an eerie ghostly aura. If his assumption was correct, it must be the Heavenly Ghost Dao Fruit Zhan Xingzi had mentioned in his earlier intelligence.
As for the other crimson-red Dao Fruit resembling fresh blood, it was naturally the so-called Blood Sin Dao Fruit.
Each of these two Dao Fruits bore nine golden patterns. Yet, strangely, the topmost pattern on both had been forcibly obliterated, leaving behind a concave scar-like groove.
