"Whoosh, whoosh whoosh—"
The sound of tearing air rang out without end, exploding above the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan's territory like crashing waves.
The auras of the two figures in front were especially earth-shaking.
Bloodlight Demon Saint was broad and powerfully built, his muscles coiling like dragons and serpents, every inch of his body containing explosive strength.
His eyes were like cold lightning. As his gaze swept around, scarlet arcs of electricity actually crackled through the void.
Blood Qi surged and roiled around his body like a moving volcano, ready at any moment to erupt with world-destroying might.
Compared to when he had once overseen Dragon City, his aura had grown who knew how many times stronger.
During this time, relying on the many hidden legacies secretly passed down by the Dark Dragon Clan, Bloodlight Demon Saint had cultivated day and night, forcibly tempering his bloodline and demonic power once more, completing a transformation that remade him from the marrow up. Now, every gesture he made carried an overwhelming pressure, as if he were a slaughtering demon god who had emerged from an ancient sea of blood.
As for Han Yan beside him, she presented an entirely different air.
When she had previously left True Bone Peak, it had been to seek the ghost path opportunity she had sensed in the unseen.
That journey had been fraught with peril. Her life had hung by a thread several times before she finally found the place she had sensed within that strange land of opportunity, where she had then entered seclusion for a long time.
Now, her aura appeared ordinary, even calm as still water. Yet in truth, this was the return to simplicity after extreme restraint. Within three feet around her, the air itself seemed to turn viscous and profound, giving