"Phew."
Watching the terrifying giant eye vanish, Qin Hao let out a deep breath.
He slowly sat down and gulped in fresh air. After several battles in a single night, he was already utterly exhausted. That arrow just now had drained what little strength he had left.
The dragon scales on his body slowly receded as well, leaving him with nothing but a pair of underpants. He looked rather bedraggled.
Qingshi County returned to silence once more. Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away, within a gigantic floating city suspended above countless mountain peaks—
An endless roar thundered throughout the entire city.
Inside a room.
"Damn it! Ah..."
"Yang Tian, you old dog! You have thwarted us time and time again!"
He was the owner of that giant eye—Ancestor Wuxiang, an elder of Ghost Immortal City.
His entire head was occupied by a massive eye, his human facial features having completely vanished. Beneath his black robe was no longer a human body, but one formed entirely from over a hundred ghost hands. In the center of every palm was an eye emitting a faint red glow. His whole body floated in midair.
Though he had once been human and had cultivated ghost clan techniques, there was no longer the slightest trace of humanity visible on him!
"Hehe..."
"What's wrong, Old Ghost Wuxiang? Did your disciple Bai Tianyang get killed?"
"I told you before, that old immortal Yang Tian lives there. It's very dangerous. I told you to give up on sending reinforcements, but you refused to listen!"
"Having fun now? You lost both the lady and your troops!"
"Hahahahaha..."
As Ancestor Wuxiang remained consumed by fury, a voice full of mockery drifted over.
Ancestor Wuxiang turned toward the source of the voice.
There, in Ancestor Wuxiang's room, was a man