155 Despair

The battlefield was drenched in blood.

After Ling Feng's order, the clones began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner.

Ling Yun snorted.

"You were so arrogant just now. Now, go to the king of hell's abode and be arrogant there!"

Ling Feng was helpless.

I'm almost done. Let's go and take a look at the stele of spiritual incarceration!

They walked to the front of the open space.

He looked at the stele of spiritual incarceration, which was more than five meters tall.

Ling Feng stepped forward, and after checking, he could confirm that this was indeed the stele of spiritual incarceration.

Bai Xiaosa also used his heavenly eye to see the blurry words on the stele.

"Brother Ling Feng, this stele is similar to the one in Liu village. The words are blurred, but it's definitely the stele of spiritual incarceration."