In the Qingyun Sect, hundreds of craftsmen were sweating profusely under the hot sun, busy renovating the Daoist temple.
At this moment, a dragon's roar sounded from the sky, scaring the craftsmen as they looked to the sky.
A flood dragon appeared in the sky, and a person was standing on the dragon's head. It was none other than the Crimson Dragon King of the Netherworld Cult.
"Li Yu, get the hell out here to face your death!" Crimson Dragon King's voice was like a thunderclap that resounded through the sky, and the sound wave contained magic power fluctuations.
It shook the craftsmen with mortal bodies to the ground, unable to move.
"Who is here!" Wu Chang flew out accompanied by a scream.
However, when he saw who it was, Wu Chang's expression slightly changed as he exclaimed, "Crimson Dragon King!"
"Wu Chang, why are you here?" Crimson Dragon King was also perplexed.
