Black fog filled the pitch-dark heavens of the Fiend, and a massive figure tore through it as it flew forward at incredible speed.
Upon that massive figure's head, dazzling lightning and blinding golden-red rosy clouds flowed.
Wave after wave of chilling screams rang out along the way, their agony so palpable that even listeners seemed able to feel it.
That massive figure was none other than Long Ze in his flood dragon form.
Long Ze's eyes were filled with terror. The unceasing screams made him swallow hard, yet he did not dare utter a word and could only race with all his strength toward the City of the Fallen Emperor.
Lin Xuan sat cross-legged atop his dragon head. Within the radiance beside him was Earth Fiend Mo Wuya.
The screams came from Mo Wuya. His body was being destroyed again and again, while his spiritual will was frenziedly tortured within the illusion of mirror flowers and moonlit water.
Yet Lin Xuan paid him no heed at all, merely taking stock of the gains from this trip to the Heaven Desolate Sacred Land.
The gains from the Heaven Desolate Sacred Land far surpassed those from the Limitless Sacred Land.
Naturally, that was because more people had gathered there and had not chosen to flee.
Clearly, Mo Wuya's arrival had brought them tremendous confidence and hope. Yet in the end, Mo Wuya had still disappointed them.
They had even suffered losses countless times worse than the Limitless Sacred Land, which had been caught in a surprise attack, despite receiving advance warning.
Lin Xuan's consciousness swept through the Soul Suppressing Pagoda, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, utterly impossible to suppress.
"Cultivation time: 1.87 million years. Superior Laws: 266."
"Resources exceed those of the Limitless Sacred Land by more than double.