By the time the sun was three poles high.
In Dongjie Prefecture, outside Shuanglong River, serene and silent, no one dared to approach this place, desolate and barren.
Yibai brought Dark Cloud Immortal to this location, standing on the bank, he looked out at the scene before him, so changed from before, he couldn't help but sigh.
Even when the midstream of Shuanglong River dried up, it hadn't looked as it did that day.
"Dark Cloud Immortal, is that Jiao right here?"
With his hands clasped behind his back, Yibai looked toward Dark Cloud Immortal and asked.
"Indeed, that Jiao is not weak, you must be careful, don't be tricked, in case you are, I can't save you with my injuries still unhealed."
Dark Cloud Immortal said.
"Well, thank you for that."
Yibai's expression was peculiar.
He, being an Innate Divine Being, couldn't possibly fail to defeat a shape-shifting Jiao, could he?
