"You've had your fun, haven't you? In that case, it's my turn to make a move!"
The indifferent, calm voice didn't even carry a hint of breathlessness. Clearly, the speaker was still at his peak, without a single scratch.
"H-How is this possible?"
Mang Kun and the others, who had been so smug just a moment ago, were all dumbfounded.
Staring wide-eyed at the channel slowly parting in the Essence River below, they watched as Hong Yu casually floated up, his six black Divine Demon Wings beating gently. No one could utter a word.
How terrifying had that attack been?
How ferocious?
Even they had to admit to themselves that if they had been subjected to an attack of that magnitude, they would either be dead or severely injured.
But Hong Yu was completely unscathed?
Wasn't this a fucking insult to their pride?
