A cold wind blew past, and the steep slope was littered with withered yellow leaves. Chu Feng stood on the hill and roared loudly. He wanted nothing more than to immediately kill his way to Earth.
This was a corner of the universe, a very remote place.
He hid Yaoyao’s grandfather there and buried that Coffin. The people of the Yang world had come. He was worried that discovering Yaoyao’s grandfather would provoke the terrifying existence who had planted mother gold in his body back then.
Now, he was extremely furious. His blood rushed to the top of his head like a red dragon shining from the top of his head. It circled in the air and roared.
He had never thought that there would be so many unfair things on the path of evolution. The way he thought and the way he thought about things back then were no longer applicable.
