The wind surged and thunder stormed. Within 1,000 miles, all of the trees collapsed and numerous monsters fled for their lives.
Restricted Broken Mountain Range became the battlefield where Li Xiandao and the old man fought.
Even Tian Guangming and Li Wuya were affected. Their faces swelled up from all the falling and they could only continue running.
On the high mountain, Li Xiandao looked at his broken mask with an ice-cold gaze.
This ancient god was strong and it helped to draw out his fighting spirit.
It was good that he was strong. If he was too weak, then he wouldn't be able to go all out.
"I didn't expect you to actually be so young and white." The old man giggled. He had wounds but he didn't care about them at all. He looked towards Li Xiandao with a fierce gaze.
"I also didn't expect you to be an ancient god." Li Xiandao said coldly.
