In his mind, he involuntarily recalled the image of the young figure that had dealt him an immense blow earlier.
But quickly, Yang Que's eyes flashed with a touch of calmness.
"You're the same."
He then descended toward the Imperial Capital below, but before he had landed, he slightly turned his head to look into the distance.
"A Sound Transmission Talisman?"
A streak of light was speeding toward him from the distant sky.
It was indeed a specially made Sound Transmission Talisman.
As soon as his Spiritual Sense entered, Yang Que frowned:
"The losses of the five sects are quite substantial."
"Was that cultivator skilled in illusions, the Deputy Sect Master from the Fenglin Continent's primitive Demonic Sect?"
"It seems the cultivators of Fenglin Continent are in cahoots with those heretical Evil Gods. Well, after I accomplish my mission, I'll first sweep away the heretical Evil Gods, and then clean up Fenglin Continent as well."
Thinking this.
