King of Nine Profoun

Just watch, the breath of the King Yama dissipated once again like smoke. The protective shield, imbued with a faint glow, remained motionless, not even its brilliance dimming in the slightest.,Chu Jiang Wang nodded slightly, his breath escaping rapidly.,Even without a physical body, he was no match for the Yama kings of equal power to Golden Immortals.。