Foolish Little Fellow. Did he think he had already fallen in the Spatial Storm?
Did he think the matter had ended there, and that from then on he could sleep on a high pillow without worry?
Too naive!
A shadowy gleam flashed through the Nether Dark King's eyes.
I won't let you escape. Though the Yutong Realm is vast, there will be no place for you to stand. One day, the debt you owe this king will be collected back a thousandfold, ten thousandfold.
Tian Xiaojian knew nothing of any of this.
And the top-level mighty figures who had come to the Yutong Realm were far from limited to the Nether Dark King alone.
The sky was somewhat dim. This was the Great Wild Marsh, where human traces were rarely found.
Poisonous Insects and fierce beasts were everywhere, and even flying birds found it hard to cross. As for ordinary mortals, it was even less possible for them to appear here.
Suddenly, however, a streak of red light appeared on the horizon, racing toward this side as fast as wind and lightning.
Within the red light, an old man with shifty eyes and ratlike brows could faintly be seen, his face full of panic. Behind him were several streams of black qi, ink-dark in shape, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they chased after him.
The old man's cultivation was not low; he was fully at the Dongxuan level. Otherwise, he would not have dared to come, bold enough to cover the heavens, to this land of death where venomous snakes and fierce beasts gathered.
Originally, he had come seeking a spiritual object. Who would have thought that instead of stealing the chicken, he would lose the rice, running into several Demonic Beasts so terrifyingly powerful that they had