Boom!
The winds rise and clouds surge.
At some unknown time, the edge of the battlefield becomes engulfed in a mass of pitch-black evil clouds.
Crunch!
Crunch!
Crunch!
Even though Su Yue remains invisible, he is still pressed into severe pain, his bones almost being crushed.
Luckily, his Qi Blood has reached 2000 calories; otherwise, he would certainly be seriously injured.
Then, at the center of the dark clouds, a middle-aged member of the Yangxiang Race steps across the clouds, wearing a black leather robe.
Cang Ji's eyebrows are very long, making him look omnipotent; ordinary Martial Artists are suffocated just by glancing at him.
"This... is Cang Ji! So strong, stronger than Mo Kai, stronger than my foster father."
Su Yue's heart races.
No wonder Zhao Qi Corps is forced into such a situation; this Divine Elder from Jing Niao City is the most powerful one Su Yue has seen, without exception.
