Above the firmament, light flowed in myriad colors, and the void trembled as if it were about to shatter.
A group of powerfully strong Heavenly Pride and formidable experts dove down, accompanied by several cultivators who had reached the limits of the True Spirit Realm. Such a lavish assembly would make anyone's scalp tingle.
Flutter!
Lu Yun's back sprouted a pair of terrifying black wings, the flames burning as if emerging from the Nine Nether Hell itself, exuding a horrific aura. With each flap, the surrounding void roared slightly.
He was strong enough to handle one or two of them, but in this situation, once surrounded, he would likely be bombarded to death by various Divine Abilities and Dao Weapons.
"Youngster, leave the Silver Dragon Grass and you may leave," boomed a cold and domineering voice as the sky suddenly exploded.
