Huang Daochu swooped through the sky like an eagle, slowly folding his wings as he drifted down before him.
A fierce wind struck them head-on.
Leng Tieya's robes snapped and fluttered.
Huang Daochu appeared unhurried, yet he was exceedingly fast; he seemed as light as drifting clouds and gentle as a breeze, yet carried a powerful gale with him.
Leng Tieya clasped his fists and smiled. "Senior Brother Huang, it was indeed you."
He had guessed that Huang Daochu was the one who had come to support him.
Among the Inner Palace disciples, only Huang Daochu had any friendship with him.
There was no way Zhou Jionming, the chief steward, would not have considered this.
"How many have you killed?" Huang Daochu surveyed the surroundings, his gaze blazing like torches.
He was completely unlike his usual detached and lax self within the Great Heavenly Demon Palace. His eyes shone fiercely, and his bearing was sharp and capable.
It was as though he had become a different person.
"Less than a hundred," Leng Tieya said. "I threw all the corpses down below."
"They can revive?"
"Senior Brother, go down and retrieve a corpse. You'll know once you try."
"I'll try." Huang Daochu took one step forward and dropped straight toward the abyss.
Leng Tieya did not follow him down.
The two corpses whose bone patterns he had erased, rendering them unable to revive, had already been pulverized. There was nothing to find below.
Within his Super Sensation, Huang Daochu was shrouded in a layer of Demonic Essence that protected him. The farther down he went, the slower he became.
When he neared the pool at the bottom of the abyss, he was almost motionless in midair.
He walked through the air as though treading on level ground.
Such were the methods