In the ancient, dark Void, rampaging Chaos Primordial Qi flowed endlessly like great rivers.
Half a day after Qin Feng's departure, two figures cut through the darkness and abruptly landed where he had disappeared.
"This is the place. The last traces of Junior Brother Long's aura completely vanished here!" Yu Huatian's gaze glinted sharply as he scanned the Void.
A wicked-looking middle-aged man, clad in blood-red robes with blood-red hair and embroidered with countless menacing Demon Gods, sized up the surroundings with a handsome yet demonic face.
His blood-red eyes seemed to pierce through the Void.
"There's the aura of a Grotto Heaven being established. According to what you said, that disciple must have broken through here. It seems you were right!"
"Demon Marshal, are you confident you can find him?" Yu Huatian asked anxiously, his eyes filled with hope.
