Shadow Moon Hermitage, Purple Moon Tower!
Quiet, deathly still.
All around, not even the chirping of birds or crickets, so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Everything was so peaceful, not a sound to be heard.
Fang Yang had left, as everyone from the Demon Sect watched his imposing, domineering figure, they could not help but feel their courage tremble and their hearts quake.
Just a moment ago, brimming with self-confidence, they thought they could easily take down the Demon Lord, now everyone was tight-lipped.
They truly understood why the Demon Lord had been able to suppress the Tan state demon path for so many years.
Because he was already a legend, an insurmountable legend.
Only the Sect Master of the Ghost Lantern Sect, and the Sect Hierarch of the Corpse Control Sect, were of this level.
Guan Qinghan, the Sect Hierarch of the Ghost Lantern Sect, watched Fang Yang's retreating back, his face gloomy, his gaze fluctuating.
