The hue inside the temple turned gloomy, as if night was about to fall.
Jiang Li's breath became ethereal, as if present and yet not, as though in this place and yet elsewhere, omnipresent, merging into one with the surrounding environment, breathing in unison with the wind.
"Hoo——"
Jiang Li slowly exhaled, a stream of mist billowed from his mouth like a long dragon, and immediately, a great wind arose around him, causing noticeable ripples and distortions in the air, reverberating continuously towards the interior of the temple.
At this moment, in front of the Xuanyuan Hall of the Two Saints Temple, a group of people was intently watching the battle unfolding in the sky.
