The moment that breath entered, Song Yin furrowed his brows, feeling his realm begin to loosen.
Was he about to break through the bottleneck and reach the Second Realm, "Spirit Movement"?
No, this was...
"You still dare to set a trap for me? Truly courting death!"
The Great Sun's Prestige burst forth from behind Song Yin's head, driving out the strange breath, carrying it toward the starry sky above with overwhelming force.
Boom!
"Roar!!!"
A resounding roar of fury echoed from the starry sky, as if suffering immense pain and raging at the ignorance of the mortals below.
Crack crack crack...
The starry sky began to fracture, and that demon-esque shadow with black light reappeared, its eight arms reaching out, clutching the edges of the starry sky, prying the fissures wider as the hideous fish-headed figure emerged, as if to shatter the starry sky.
Thud!!
