The battlefield was already shrouded by a mist of pink smoke.
Wang Zijia once again entered the frenzied mode of devouring.
"Gululu!"
"Gululu!"
Not far away, within the Sea of Fire, the disciples who were intentionally protected by their flaming surroundings swallowed their saliva in unison.
"Senior Brother Li ... is this your sect's Nine Tribulations Chi Yang Martial Uncle?"
"This ... is a bit too ..."
"Is this really a Profound Immortal? Why do I feel he's different from the Martial Uncle Ancestors in our sect?"
"It's normal, it must be because of the Ancient Powers. I've heard from people in the sect that Martial Uncle Chi Yang's cultivation hasn't fully recovered yet."
