If it were those sacred ancestors, Long Zhen might still be slightly afraid. However, Nine Nether was only a Great Sage Stage expert.
In the eyes of others, Nine Nether was a top expert, but in front of Long Zhen, he was no different from a child. He could be strangled to death with a single hand.
Moreover, Long Zhen had already gradually adapted to the environment of this world. Not only was he no longer being affected, but there were even faint signs of a breakthrough. Once he broke through, he would experience a qualitative leap in strength.
However, Nine Nether did not know this. The four wings on his back started slowly flapping, raising a whistling Yin wind that made it hard for nearby people to open their eyes. Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed.
Crack!
Black lightning that was dozens of feet thick immediately fell from the sky, turning into a roaring dragon that rushed towards Long Zhen.
