"Wei Cheng, my friend, I cannot express my gratitude, till we meet again!"
Above the dome of the heavens, the last of the floating islands, dozens of cultivators finally got the opportunity to flee.
The Wind Demon, unable to catch up with them, abruptly turned and fixed its blood-red eyes on Wei Cheng and the others. Its hatred for them ran deep.
"Roar!"
The Wind Demon roared. Its enormous body, thousands of miles high, began to charge. More precisely, it turned and took a step.
With just this step, the ground within miles radius erupted with a thunderous rumble, countless cracks burst open, the entire ground collapse as if its backbone had been yanked out.
Except for the area restrained by Wei Cheng's Five Powers Imprint.
The Wind Demon was furious, and the consequences were grave.
