Above Jing Niao City, two massive vortexes churned, the entire sky resembling an endless gray sea horizon, as if the whole world were about to collapse under its oppression.
Cang Ji hovered in the sky, though his appearance was unchanged from before, he exuded an oppressing aura akin to a colossal giant.
Zhao Qian'en wielded the Roaring Divine Spear in his hand; although he was a formidable Ninth Grade, he appeared like an ant under the vortex.
The absolute peak strong characters were like deities, thoroughly giving a sense of despair with their unshakeable formidable presence.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Cang Ji wore a cold expression, as indifferent as stone and grass, with each breath he seemed to resonate with the mountains, able to stir up storms.
"You, a garbage Ninth Grade, are not even worthy of my Cang Ji's strike!"
Cang Ji's expression barely shifted; it seemed even ridicule was beneath him.
Crack.
