“The sound of Powang?”The figure in the music path volcano, whose aura was so weak that it seemed as if it would dissipate at any moment, stared at the shattered lattice. After a long moment, he muttered to himself.
His eyes shone with a strange light.
After a long moment, the figure suddenly lifted his right hand and pointed at the numerous small grids in front of him. Instantly, the other grids dimmed. Only one of them was magnified several times, it appeared in front of the figure.
In the square was a desert.
At that moment, a storm suddenly appeared on the desert, as if it was connected to the heavens and earth. Amidst the storm, a figure flashed out.
It was... Wang Baole!
His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his robes didn’t change at all. There weren’t even the slightest creases. Only surprise could be seen on his face. It was as if the previous battle had been a surprise to him, he looked a little surprised.
