In the vast wilderness, a strong wind swept through, dispersing the dust like the wails of lost souls, roaring in the wind before finally withering away.
The heaven and earth were vast, silent, and desolate, as if only that figure was left in the center of everyone's sight.
At this moment, Zhou Dao had nearly exhausted all his strength, bathed in blood, his body gradually becoming unstable.
However, facing Zhou Dao in this state, in the eyes of the people, there was only respect and even fear.
In front of him, the huge corpse lay silently like a small mountain, the pungent smell of blood stimulating the senses of those around him.
It was a demon beast of the Great Monster Realm, which had been killed by the young man before them.
Rising to prominence, with astonishing prowess, he used the power of the Refining Realm to slay the Great Demon.
