In front of the 30,000-meter-tall Six-Headed Dragon Sculpture Beast, Han Muye's figure was like an ant.
However, in such a scene, Han Muye's voice was cold, saying that he would give the Dragon Sculpture Beast a chance to challenge it.
Was he a fool?
No one would think that way.
Because at this moment, Han Muye was ascending to the sky step by step, quietly floating in the void on the Nether River, where nothing floated!
How could a person who could stand quietly on the Nether River be a fool?
"H-how strong is he…" Feng Yi muttered as he stuck his head out.
He had seen Han Muye use his cultivation on the Nether River.
Now, he saw Han Muye standing in the air.
Such a person had completely exceeded his imagination.
"He's probably already very strong," Patriarch Tao Ran shook his head and said softly.
He could no longer guess how strong Han Muye was.
At the bow of the ship, Huang Six clenched his fists tightly.
