The stronger the Dao, the more rampant the demon.
Li Ye looked at the horizon and blinked.
A flash of fierceness passed through his eyes.
Now, the only person he might know and be connected with, Ancestor Yue and the Sword Cultivator elder, seemed to be dead. Whatever happens to others was not something he should care about.
What this place becomes no longer concerns him, whether the Ginseng Fruit Tree is destroyed or not is irrelevant to him, continuing to think about it will only make him feel more stifled, unrestless.
He took a deep breath.
Roared angrily:
"If things aren't going to be good, then let them not be!"
Then clenched his fist.
Threw a fierce punch at the void in front of him—
"Bang!"
Where the fist touched the void, cracks spread wide, like shattered glass, flowing with Li Ye's blood and Demonic Qi.
Spreading towards the surroundings.
