"Taihua is here!"
Jiang Chunyang roared in anger, his beard and hair whipped by the night wind, his eyes reflected the blood mist sweeping in, the land in sight stained with blood, resembling rotting soil.
This time it's genuine, a Holy Land-level oppressive force.
At least on the second level of the Qilin Immortal Palace, he was matched with an equally strong opponent.
At this moment, Jiang Chunyang was already irrational.
Even though this blood mist clearly came from the Candle Dragon Clan's power, he insisted on his viewpoint.
It must be Taihua!
Taihua must have used some method to bring people from Buzhou Mountain to mess with him.
Taihua might even be hidden within that blood mist.
Jiang Chunyang did not believe his junior sister would be so kind-hearted, not thinking of taking him with her before her death.
