Deep in Zhuqiu, the mist barrier that had shrouded it for nearly ten thousand years dissipated.
In front of the continuous dark red hills, Fa Xiaoyi stood with his hands behind his back. He also heard the bloodthirsty horn sound coming from the outskirts of the Divine Ruins.
At the same time, he witnessed the terrifying battle that illuminated the sky over Zhuqiu in red.
That thrilling demon clan war, where the lone, aloof man turned Ying Wuwang into ashes with just a wave of his hand.
It was a battle of absolute power suppression. At the moment Zong Shaoqing left, he glanced in the direction where Fa Xiaoyi was hiding, making Fa Xiaoyi feel a soul-shaking tremor.
This is a feeling Fa Xiaoyi never wants to experience again.
Especially when he learned that the man with such unfathomable power also had an interest in Yue Jinghua.
By this time, Xiaoqi should have already reunited with her companions.
