The Tide Before the Great Hunt
Yet Leon ignored them completely.
His eyes remained fixed on the ancient gate beneath the crimson heavens.
The vast sea of blood stretched endlessly beneath him while dark clouds rolled across the sky above. At the center of that terrifying world stood the enormous Golden Gate, shining like a divine beacon amidst the crimson darkness.
Golden runes flowed across its surface.
Ancient symbols flickered and disappeared.
The aura of a Martial Emperor continuously poured out from within, causing space itself to distort.
Leon's purple eyes narrowed slightly.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped forward.
Boom!
Mana erupted around him.
His midnight robes fluttered wildly as he accelerated.
In an instant, he transformed into a streak of purple light.
The sea below exploded apart from the pressure.
The surrounding cultivators only saw a flash.
Then—
Leon moved towards the Golden Gate with light-speed and vanished inside the gate.
