"What's going on?"
"Someone's fighting!"
Zhou Qingchen and Han Duping looked toward the direction from which the roaring sounds were coming.
Pang Jian, stepping out of his room, looked up into the distance and immediately saw the familiar Black Iron Mountain.
The pitch-black and icy Black Iron Mountain was bobbing in the surging Demon Flame, and it was Dong Tianze, with a sinister expression, brandishing Ghost Howling, who was fighting with Zhao Yuanqi.
Below the stark white snow mountain, a cold and aloof girl with black clothes and silver hair sat on the giant red gourd she always carried on her back.
The mouth of the gourd had already been opened by her, from which rays of rosy light were gushing out.
Those colorful rays of light shone brilliantly like silk satin, scattering the Beast Souls and Spirit Evils in disarray.
Dong Tianze's face was frosty, his eyes filled with savage fierceness, appearing extremely infuriated.
