On the earth.
The blue-robed figure gazed into the distance.
The powerful wind created by the collision swept over.
Her gauzy veil hugged her form, outlining the wind's slender grace.
She gently exhaled a fragrant breath.
The Lightning Demon Venerable steadied itself.
Its eye twitched as it looked upon the fist wind that raged for hundreds of miles, the furrows plowed into the earth, and the mirage of green mountains stretching on and on.
If that punch had landed…
It feared its life would not be spared.
Luckily, it had been aimed at the Devouring Country Demon Venerable.
Second Brother's skin is thick and flesh is tough—he won't die.
"So it's you. Turns out you're the Yaochi Immortal."
The Lightning Demon Venerable recognized the blue-robed maiden, its aura bursting forth, lightning brewing within the clouds, gathering to strike.
"Want to fight? You're no match for me. Or how about waiting for that lion and coming at me together?" Yaochi Immortal said with a smile.
