The moment Fang Yi descended,
the firelight scattered.
A mass of black mist fell... The Lord of Mist's body gradually condensed out of the Black Mist. He was panting heavily, and his usually carefree face had turned grave.
His eyes were fixed tightly on Fang Yi, and a guess formed in his mind... But how could that be possible?!
The Undertaker was clearly in Tai City. Why was he here? Could what that Rain Lord had said be true? Had he really come?
Clinging to a sliver of impossible hope, the Lord of Mist began making excuses.
"Friend from the Xia Kingdom, I bear no ill will toward the Xia Kingdom. It's just that this friend has some personal grudges with the two of us. I admit we caused quite a commotion, but we'll offer compensation. Could you do us a favor and let us settle this privately? After all, our two countries are both major powers, and there will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future."
Hearing this, Li Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, and panic flooded his face.
"He's lying! I don't know them!"
Fang Yi glanced at him, and Li Yuan immediately shut his mouth. He could not help shuddering. Even after being hunted all this way, he had not felt pressure as terrifying as that single glance.
Fang Yi turned his eyes toward the Lord of Mist, a faint smile on his lips.
"Is that so? Then did the Wind Lord of the Bangzi Kingdom also have a personal grudge with you two?"
At those words,
the Lord of Mist's smile stiffened and abruptly froze. His gaze turned cold.
He knew!
In that case, there was nothing left to say.
Boom!
Without any warning,
the Lord of Mist and the Lord of Strength attacked at the