Mountains without sun or moon!
Quickly, another day had passed.
The Blood Rain Cult, Demon Lord's Pavilion.
Fang Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a clear radiance emanating from his pupils.
So cold and piercing, brimming with killing intent.
Immediately after, he shot out his palm.
Gang winds rippled.
The terrifying gang winds formed a massive dragon.
Rolling forward.
Ultimately, it slammed into a stone wall with a loud bang,
Leaving the wall covered in cracks.
Dense and interwoven, like a spider's web.
As if it could destroy everything.
"Only a hair's breadth away from the realm of a first-rate master. If I were to encounter those two lackeys from before, I'm afraid I could kill them with a single slap,"
he murmured, his gaze deep.
Seldom did a hint of confidence arise within him.
Thereafter, he strode out with large steps.
In his black robe billowing, emitting terrifying energy, he quickly vanished into the night.
