It was noontime.
High in the sky.
Devoid of the influence of the soaring Demon Qi and the enormous vortex caused by the various major Demons.
The fierce wind began howling again.
The dark clouds start to scatter.
The violent waves of Lishui River resumed their intense torrents.
The sky gradually brightened.
Lu Wufei, along with Yue Rong King and Bai He, headed straight towards the blood-red barrier below.
Gazing at the devastation that extended far beyond the Taiping Mountain market enveloped by the blood-red barrier, where large swathes of forest had been destroyed, mountain peaks had collapsed, rivers altered their course, and chaos prevailed, he did not show any overt signs of anger.
Although filled with anger, he maintained his calmness.
To him, as long as his comrades and the market were safe, everything else was a minor issue that could be dealt with swiftly.
More so, it was time for a change on Taiping Mountain.
