The setting sun dipped westward, dimming the sky, while up rose a purple and cyan twin moon, reflecting off the sea's surface, creating the illusion of four gigantic luminescent wheels flickering in the world.
In the moment when the twin moons were high, with abundant qi, it was an ideal time for demons and practitioners to display their skills and engage in deadly combat.
Tens of thousands of demon soldiers and generals gathered from all directions, like a tsunami rising from the flatlands, bringing with them rolling demonic winds like towering waves, pressing towards a pair of spiraling demon dragons hovering low over the sea!
Li Fan sat cross-legged at the head of the dragon with his eyes closed, his four hands clutching the dragon's sinews, simply meditating and breathing in and out a three-foot-long spiritual qi as if surrounded by mere water shadows and mirages of the menacing spirits.
