Chapter 929: The Walking Dead

Yunruo Valley at night lay tranquil and mild. In front of the bamboo hut, peach blossoms drifted and scattered, settling on Frank Yale until they covered half his body. He did not sleep well. His brow knotted, his face went bloodless, pain crept across his features. Sweat darkened his clothes. He seemed trapped in a nightmare, his hands slapping at nothing in a helpless flurry. "When the Heavenly Demon clashes with the Seven Fiends, all the immortals will rise to wage war against Heaven!" The...