Dead!
More than a dozen breaths later, as the energy blanketing the high altitude dissipated, the aura of that strange Sea Clan Expert vanished completely. The ominous blood-red clouds shrouding the sky dispersed as well.
Space closed in, the torn void mended itself, and only the rolling, surging layers of clouds in the distance remained, along with the thunderous echoes reverberating between heaven and earth, quietly recounting the terrifying battle that had just taken place.
"Whew, it's finally over!"
In the high altitude,
Zhang Qingyuan let out a long breath. The pallor on his face slowly faded, but the extreme exertion had still left him somewhat drained, and even his footing as he hovered in the high altitude was unsteady.
Yet all of it had been worth it.
After employing one method after another, he had finally suppressed and slain such a formidable enemy.
Had he not caught the enemy off guard,
Had years of secluded cultivation not allowed Zhang Qingyuan to raise the self-created Buddha Kingdom in Palm technique to a new level, turning it into a supreme killing move whose power surpassed his own realm,
Then in a contest of pure strength, even with Little Fire's power added in, Zhang Qingyuan estimated that they would have ended in mutual ruin.
To achieve such an outcome
Was already the result of Zhang Qingyuan exhausting every calculation and every ounce of strength!
"Boss, I feel like something isn't right."
At some point,
Little Fire had already shrunk into a tiny serpent and landed on Zhang Qingyuan's shoulder. Its aura was somewhat weak, and its voice carried a rare heaviness.
"That fellow's aura was extremely similar to the opponent I faced back then!"
What the Crimson Flame Sky-Scale Serpent meant was naturally the enemy that had tangled with it for centuries