The ethereal white flames still roiled and contracted behind Qu Ming.
From a distance, his entire figure resembled a great bird that had just landed, slowly folding its wings. Combined with the Bone Staff in his hand, his black Cloak, and his burly physique, he looked imposingly martial.
The deafening cacophony from the battle's destruction vanished without a trace the moment Huang Shiwo hit the ground.
All eyes, as if by unspoken agreement, converged on Qu Ming, and on Huang Shiwo behind him, sealed within the 'Amber'.
'As expected of the master of a palace!'
This was the only thought left in Chen Che's mind.
Although his Realm seemed to be on par with the likes of Dou Shanhe and Zuo Qinlong, his actual strength was several tiers higher—and just as Jiang Shaotian had said earlier, Huang Shiwo was no match for Qu Ming.
The only question had been how long Huang Shiwo could last!
"This..."
Everyone from Jinyun Valley wore expressions of utter horror.
