Roar——
It was as if a roar from the ancient wilderness echoed through the clouds.
Upon the final step of the fourth Void Heaven's stairway to the skies, the Spirit God guarding it had barely appeared before it was instantly crushed, not retaining an ounce of resistance.
Then.
Without a moment of rest.
Zhang Jing manipulated a frenzied, unparalleled, tens of feet long dark Sea Dragon to continue winding upwards.
Compared to the solitude of the fourth Void Heaven.
The fifth Void Heaven seemed particularly lively.
Starting from here, the figures of Inner Academy disciples started to increase.
At this moment.
In an extensive area of temporary stone houses spanning several miles.
About twenty people were currently seated around a stone table, exchanging information enthusiastically, such as who has the most Demon Spirits, which Demon Spirits one shouldn't provoke, and so on.
Laughter, chatter, it all echoed non-stop.
However.
