The enormous dragon head in the sky, after casting a glance at Song Yin, who had just voiced his passionate declaration, suddenly dissolved and fell back onto Skeleton Mountain.
And as the Skeleton Mountain crumbled and scattered under the onslaught of the massive yellow winds, it merged with the winds, turning into swirling mists of black, yellow, and white. Within these mists, many faces appeared.
Faces of humans radiating unwillingness to yield.
Faces of beasts showing malice.
And there were anger, hate, helplessness, loss, the desire to survive—all sorts of emotions manifested within these clouds, spreading across the sky.
It was truly like a dance of a multitude of demons!
It wasn't just the dragon's grudge that was to blame; these were the emotions left behind by the countless lives lost to the Huang Feng Demon, now blooming together with this very demon and the monstrous bones of Skeleton Mountain.
"A trial, you say? Bring it on with confidence!"
