Thousands of miles high in the sky, Yunxiao looked down at Luan Junhao silently. He used to be a hero of his generation, but now he was in such a miserable state.
Time was like a butcher's knife, withering many heroes.
He sighed with emotion and formed a hand seal with both hands, striking out a seal in the air.
The seal flashed and turned into a boundless golden light. It suddenly enlarged in the air like a lotus blooming.
A beam of light shot down from the lotus flower, illuminating the entire mountain range where Luan Junhao was.
"Who is it?" Luan Junhao was shocked.
His eyes were like Lightning in the Dark night. He looked sharply at the sky, but all he could see was a dark night. Other than the huge lotus flower, there was no other figure.
At the same time, he was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
There was a huge light screen on the lotus flower, which clearly projected him and the surrounding environment.
