At that moment, a strange spatial fluctuation suddenly rippled through the distant sky.
Yun Ming abruptly looked up, a sharp glimmer flashing in his eyes.
The fluctuation was coming from East Sea!
Could something have happened at the front lines again?
Not long before, on the rooftop terrace of Eastsea City's Lord's Manor.
The sea wind carried a salty, fishy tang as it rushed toward them, making Zhong Shenxiu's robes snap in the wind. He stood by the railing with his back to the others, two masses of black mist resting in his palms.
The one on the left flickered with golden arcs, lightning crackling and exploding as tiny bolts occasionally shot into the air. The one on the right trembled faintly and emitted a deep hum, even warping the surrounding light.
Thunderclap Black Hand and Quake Black Hand.
These two veteran powerhouses, born on the Dragon Fighting Plane and seasoned through countless eras of war, had been smashed back into their origin states by a single hammer blow from Tang Hao. They could not even form human bodies, merely huddling listlessly in Zhong Shenxiu's palms, not daring to let their lightning flare too brightly.
Zhong Shenxiu lowered his gaze. There was no emotion in his pale golden vertical pupils, only a trace of cold light churning in their depths.
The Black Hand Clan had been born from the deepest darkness of the Dragon Fighting Plane. They were difficult to kill. Even if they died, they would not truly perish, instead becoming origin black mist like that in Zhong Shenxiu's hands and returning to the darkness of the Dragon Fighting Plane, where they would await revival.
Had the Ultimate Martial God Dragon of ancient times not merely permanently severed one of Blazing Black Hand's horns? When the time came