Elder of the Nether Race: Ming Heng

Jiang Liu released his Divine Sense and sensed where the Dark Primal Qi was coming from. He immediately blurred into motion and flew toward it.

As he ventured deeper into the mountain range, Jiang Liu felt that the temperature here seemed to have dropped lower than when he had first entered.

Jiang Liu did not find this surprising, however. After all, the closer one got to the black passage, the lower the temperature became. There was nothing strange about that.

When Jiang Liu arrived at the entrance of the black passage, he saw a black figure appear there.

This discovery made Jiang Liu's heart jolt. Could it be that a Nether Race elder happened to have come here?

According to his original guess, no Nether Race elder should have appeared here.

After all, so many days had passed without any new blackened martial warriors appearing.

Jiang Liu looked closely and saw that he could not tell whether the black figure was male or female.

This elder gave Jiang Liu a feeling that was somewhat different from those he had seen before. The elder seemed to be even stronger.

Jiang Liu launched an Ice Blade, shooting it toward the black figure.

The instant the Ice Blade passed through the black opening, Jiang Liu lost contact with it.

The black figure looked at Jiang Liu, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He swept one large hand outward.

The Dark Primal Qi that had been spreading toward the surroundings slowly gathered around the opening.

The Dark Primal Qi condensed into a huge face, which opened its mouth wide and lunged straight at Jiang Liu. From that gaping mouth, an even denser stream of Dark Primal Qi spewed forth.

Jiang Liu focused his mind and drove the Saintly Sky Art