Han Li's gaze shifted to the face of the towering corpse-refining creature, then turned to look at the man wearing Wan Tianming's attire, exhaling deeply.
Aside from the difference in stature, the two—man and corpse—had identical features!
"Should I call you Sect Master Wan, or perhaps refer to you as the Archsaint of the Six Paths?" Han Li's eyes flickered as his expression grew grave.
"You've figured out who I am?" "Wan Tianming" snorted coldly, and with a slight movement of his form, the six demon phantoms behind him trembled simultaneously.
