Chapter 1918

Instead of a familiar scene of devastation, Nash's attack was calmly intercepted. Perplexed, he calmed down and asked, "Who are you? What realm are you in now?" Zaafea released Nash's hand and dusted his clothes nonchalantly. "I'm Zaafea. Even I'm not quite sure what realm I'm in. What do you think?" Nash eyed the mysterious figure warily. Suddenly, Talroth called out, "Enough, Kilmort. Stop. Don't forget why I brought you here." Reluctantly, Zaafea released Nash's hand. "Understood, bishop." Shaking his hand, Nash continued to scrutinize Zaafea cautiously. "I sensed a corpse energy within you just now." "Well, you cultivators at this stage sure are sensitive. It's quite troublesome that you noticed this." "Answer me! What's the deal with this body?" Nash demanded fiercely at first. Then, he realized that no matter how arrogant he was, he would not usually get so angry over a few remarks. Many had mocked him before, yet only now did Nash feel inexplicably irritable. Could it be