Boom!
An endless devilish energy was stirred by the Nether tribe successor, forming layers of devilish clouds that obscured the sky day by day, transforming the scene into a mysterious realm. Amidst these devilish clouds, twisted by the forces of time, lay an indescribable terrifying power. Even a Saint would be reluctant to merely confront such a force head-on. At this moment, the instant power unleashed by the devilish clouds could rival the Burial Immortal Demonic Cloud, potentially surpassing even the level of a True Immortal's magical treasure. As others retreated into Fang Xing and the giant golden crow's small world for refuge, Miss Xiao nonchalantly glanced at Fang Xing, turned around, and stepped in...
"How could Senior Sister Xiao dare to directly face such terrifying power?"
Fang Xing was momentarily stunned, his heart filled with utmost fear...
