The autumn rain was so desolate.
The members of the Monster Clan were still waiting, planning at any moment. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, but soon they realized their grave mistake.
The third disciple of the Demon Lord was simply too powerful. Calm on the surface, the scroll painting seemed ordinary, but the next moment...
Once the scroll was unfurled, it burst into sky-high flames. The pale flames seemed capable of burning everything to ash, as if even the rainwater had dried up.
Blistering, scalding.
Before this engulfing inferno, the powerful monster cultivators couldn't help but shiver, their faces pale as they retreated in unison.
Just as they planned to rush to rescue the National Master of the Great Tang, the next moment, they faced the Heaven Calculating Successor, who to the world seemed ordinary and whose fleshly body didn't warrant concern.
He slowly lifted the lantern in his hand.
