Accompanied by the howling of the raging wind, Lu Bu'er was flipped over by the surging air pressure and slammed hard into the highway guardrail, clearly having been pushed aside as dead weight.
"Don't come over, I came here to protect you."
The Vice Hierarch bellowed, "Don't let my effort be in vain."
The crimson dragon coiled between the sky and the earth, its breath of burning wind wiping out the dark fog wherever it passed, annihilating all evil spirits.
But as Gong Yu descended the steps from the Watchers' Lighthouse, the asphalt road beneath him seemed as though it had decayed for eons, turning into muddy soil.
From the putrid soil, countless shrouded figures emerged, resembling evil spirits crawling out of hell, their bodies entwined with colorful butterflies, staggering forward like the living dead, shaking off black muck and leaving behind eerie footprints.
