A violent wind suddenly rose, whipping up sand and stones.
Jiang Dali rose and leaped down from a height of seventy or eighty feet together with Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing. Their capes billowed and their robes fluttered as they landed.
For a time, other than the Demon Dragon's furious roars, there was no other sound.
Everyone's gaze, including the Demon Dragon's, fell upon Jiang Dali, who stood between the two women as they guarded him, his face cold and stern, divine light glimmering in his eyes, his might peerless.
"Village Lord!"
All the stronghold players clasped their fists and welcomed him in unison. Their hearts immediately settled, and their expressions became arrogant and fearless. They all stared coldly and maliciously at Phantom and Heart Demon, already devising all manner of revenge.
Phantom and Heart Demon, who had previously seemed so overbearing, now had the muscles in their faces drawn tight as ox tendons.
Jiang Dali swept his eagle gaze over the scene, then suddenly fixed his flashing eyes upon the roaring Demon Dragon. His ferocity was terrifying as he employed the technique of letting the primordial spirit roam the heavens and earth, shouting coldly, "Shut the hell up!"
The moment that cold shout fell, the Demon Dragon's enormous body shuddered violently, and its roars instantly ceased. At that very instant, its mind and spirit came into contact with the flashing light of Jiang Dali's primordial spirit through his eyes, dragging it into a vortex world shaped by Jiang Dali's primordial spirit power.
That world resembled a starry sky glittering with countless stars, magnificent and breathtakingly beautiful.
The constellations of Dipper, Ox, Maiden, Void, Rooftop, and Encampment stretched across the heavens.
The Demon Dragon only felt that it had suddenly been placed within that vast starry expanse. It sank into