Du Huoyang truly deserves to be the Great Elder of the Black Cloud Sect, surrounded by black mist, like a Demon God crawling out of hell.
Moreover, with each step he takes forward, the rock-paved ground shows mottled cracks, extending towards Li Chen's feet.
Such a wild and oppressive aura makes one feel suffocated, involuntarily bowing down.
Seeing this scene, the already frightened Pu Yanqing, on the brink of panic, can't help but swagger again.
"Hmph, what an ignorant fool, who do you think you are, daring to shout in front of my master?"
Du Huoyang's other disciples also shouted hoarsely.
"Master, kill him. We must tear apart this arrogant guy, tear him into pieces!"
...
Du Huoyang stands in the air as if he is an emperor wielding the power of life and death, narrowing his sinister eyes and expressionlessly looking down at Li Chen.
