It was as if something that had been sleeping for ages had awakened.
As the canopy that covered the sky shattered, a lustrous dark sky was revealed.
At the same time, the wailing of a bugle horn resounded in the wilderness.
"Sir, let's go. This Demon Lord is devouring a cultivator's mind. His intelligence is the most powerful. If we are not careful, we will become his slave."
In the hazy gray darkness, a lady in a red silk dress urged them, "I know the way. Please leave with me, My Lords."
Jian Wushuang stood still and looked at the sky.
The aura was quite special and thick, surrounding the three of them and blocking all their escape routes.
Then, two huge eyes as bright as the moon appeared. They were so clean and clear that they could reflect all things.
A moment later, the two giant eyeballs suddenly produced hundreds of millions of pitch-black threads, and at the end of the threads, they finally condensed into an extremely strange shadow.
