Erlang Mountain.
Above the canyon, the peaks stand opposite each other.
At this moment, Jiang Ming and his opponent stand on separate peaks, facing each other. One of them, exuding overflowing blood qi, twists the sky, with an aura that is extremely sharp; the other has a bizarre distortion in the surrounding space, accompanied by eerie demonic energy, yet there is a touch of a Daoist lightness within.
The two have fought all the way to this place.
Both are nearly equal, with no clear advantage.
After a brief collision earlier, there is now a momentary pause.
At this time, Zhou Tian arrives.
The black-clothed man opposite them suddenly looks annoyed. He stares at Zhou Tian with extremely sharp eyes: "You killed them?"
"Would I keep them around?" Zhou Tian sneers, and then smiles at Jiang Ming, "Fortunately, you came, or I would have been finished."
"You would really be finished if this person in front of us hadn't been so arrogant." Jiang Ming said, "What happened?"
