Dusk over the Tagor Desert was like a red-hot branding iron, pressing heavily upon the boundless yellow sands.
The wind swept grains of sand along the ground, raising dry, broken whimpers, as though heaven and earth themselves were holding their breath before the coming slaughter.
As Ling Ying crushed the Spatial Jade Slip, an incomparably powerful surge of spatial power suddenly spread from the depths of the desert.
The air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. First came a thin black fissure, which then expanded with a roar into a spatial vortex dozens of yards across. The vortex slowly rotated, silver-purple lightning flickering along its edges. Moments later, a deep, dark spatial passage appeared out of thin air, leading to some unknown, distant place.
"Arrogant fools! Frogs at the bottom of a well, ignorant of how vast heaven and earth truly are! Today, I'll open your eyes!"
Ling Ying hovered beside the spatial passage with his arms folded, a condescending sneer on his lips. His black robes snapped in the wind as his gaze swept over the man and snake below, as though they were two ants courting death.
In his mind, the entire Dou Qi Continent was merely a gift the Ancient Emperor had left to descendants like them, a backyard where the Emperor Clans could roam unchecked.
Yet now, a few natives from some remote backwater had dared to attack him. They truly had no idea how high the heavens were or how deep the earth ran. Once the Gu Clan's experts arrived, he would teach them why the flowers bloomed so red.
Before this surge of spatial power, Hai Bodong and Medusa instinctively trembled.
Hai Bodong formed an ice spear gleaming with bitter cold in his hand. Layers of ice crystals blossomed across