The setting sun was like blood.
The fierce battle before Suolong Gate was in full swing.
This battle had already lasted an entire night and a whole day.
The most eye-catching fight was taking place in the high skies.
Two real-life masters of the era were fighting to the death.
Of course, many people probably couldn't see anything at all.
The high skies were like two suns igniting, dazzling and splendid. And the real sun sinking behind the western mountains was also eclipsed by this brilliance, appearing somewhat dim.
Han Yin was wrapped in golden dragon shadows, and every movement he made was aggressive and domineering.
The relatively younger Zhuang Gaoxian was much more restrained, without such brilliant lights and shadows, but he firmly resisted Han Yin's onslaught.
The low-profile Zhuang Gaoxian, hidden in the deep palace for years, had achieved Dongzhen the moment he broke through his confinement. This intensified Han Yin's murderous intent.
