In midair, space suddenly trembled. A Space Gate was violently forced open, and a figure stepped out.
His hair fluttered in the wind. He wore black armor, carried a Sword Box on his back, and unfurled a pair of dragon wings.
The sudden development caught the Demon-Monster Alliance completely off guard. They stared wide-eyed at the figure in the air.
"It's Fan Lang! How did he suddenly appear?"
"Didn't they say spatial teleportation was impossible on the Ancient Continent?"
"We were going to find him, yet he delivered himself right to our doorstep."
"That works too. It saves us the trip. Hurry and surround him!"
"Kill him! Kill him, and we'll receive the Heavenly Dao's reward!"
The Demon-Monster Alliance erupted into an uproar. Once they recovered, they drew their weapons and pointed them at Fan Lang, shouting for his death. Waves of Demon Qi and Demonic Qi surged into the sky, forming boundless dark clouds that blotted out the sun and moon and drained the world of color.
The Demon-Monster Alliance was not numerous, but every one of them was immensely powerful. Together, they were worth far more than an army of thousands.
Fan Lang raised both hands. His dantian surged into motion, Mystic Power coursing through his meridians like a flock of soaring dragons. The Sword Seal Dragon Wings behind him swelled, immeasurable sword qi flowing through their bones as the Dao seals upon their membranes flashed fiercely.
Roar!!!
A Dragon Roar resounded as the phantom image of the Nine-Headed Dragon King emerged behind Fan Lang. Its dragon claws, like towering mountains, stomped heavily upon the vast earth. Each of its Nine Dragon Heads was different, glaring viciously at the Demon-Monster Alliance ahead.
Fan Lang snapped the fingers of both hands at once. A streak of golden light and