Black demonic clouds spread across the void like layer upon layer of towering mountains, vast and boundless.
Deep within those demonic clouds, streaks of colored light could vaguely be seen blooming, setting off the mountain of demonic clouds with a strange beauty.
Yet hidden behind that beauty was a heaven-shaking killing intent!
Zhang Yang stood aboard the Boat of Death, a chill shooting straight from his heels to the crown of his head.
He felt that he had still been far too naïve, taking things far too much for granted.
Over the past ten years, Cangdong Heavenly God had not come looking for trouble, and Zhang Yang had considered himself lucky. He had never imagined that Cangdong Heavenly God's counterattack had not been absent—it simply had not arrived yet.
Indeed, Cangdong Heavenly God had neither acted personally again nor sent some subordinates over. He had probably issued a strict order to those Abyssal Demons, demanding that they wipe Zhang Yang out in a single strike.
The reason Zhang Yang had enjoyed ten peaceful years was entirely because the counterattack those Abyssal Demons had prepared was too immense, too terrifying, too impossible to resolve—like the apocalypse itself.
If Zhang Yang had not taken the Boat of Death at its slowest speed toward the Abyssal Demon Kaluo and happened to run straight into it, he would not have known that a disaster capable of burying him was already right before his eyes.
"Damn it, at least thirty Abyssal Demons have joined forces!"
Zhang Yang muttered to himself. The shock in his eyes gradually cooled. Cangdong Heavenly God had truly played a masterstroke.
Thirty Abyssal Demons, each with bodies of at least 5,000 grids, were being controlled and driven by the Heavenly Dao above them, forming this destructive demonic cloud.
Southeast, northwest, above