How strong was Ding Ling, exactly?
Could he be even stronger than Sage Shen Yuan, Laozi, and the other Sages?
Huang Feihu had no idea.
However, it did not take long for him to understand why Huang Tianxiang worshiped and respected Ding Ling so much. As their group stepped into the Black Mist "World" outside the city, he finally realized it.
With a casual wave of his hand, Ding Ling sent his Fission clones surging forth like a flood, effortlessly crushing the countless monsters within the Black Mist World!
The deeper they went, the stronger the monsters became. The monsters near the border were especially powerful. Huang Feihu could barely fight one of them alone, and he could not even guarantee victory.
But Ding Ling?
He had smashed through countless monster armies.
Huang Feihu was shaken. He began to believe some of what Huang Tianxiang had said, but even so, he still retained a trace of doubt. After all, Sage Shen Yuan and the others seemed capable of doing the same. If this was all Ding Ling could do, it could not be said that he was everyone's hope.
The world was now so depressed and ruined. How easy would it be to turn things around?
How could Ding Ling lead humanity through these layers of barriers and shackles to another world filled with hope?
Huang Feihu watched in silence.
Boom!
Two clones pressed a figure down and brought it before Ding Ling.
The figure's owner was a woman.
The woman was completely wrapped in Black Mist, but Ding Ling's eyesight was astonishing. With one glance, he saw through it all. She had a graceful figure and breathtaking beauty. Her charming air carried a hint of heroic spirit, making her extraordinarily striking. In terms of overall appearance and bearing, she