Blood Fiend Soaring to the Heavens!
A horrifying figure, dragging a long fiery tail, approached at an incredibly fast speed. Each step it took caused the hundred-meter stretch of ground to violently tremble.
BOOM!
The figure abruptly stopped, the wind it carried akin to a category eighteen storm, forcefully tearing a layer off the ground.
"Running so fast?" Nie Biao licked his lips, his lantern-like, blood-red eyes rotating. He had immediately rushed over upon sensing the abnormal aura, yet he was still a step too late. Either the battle ended too quickly, or that person had an extremely strong intuition and escaped in advance.
Looking around at the devastated surroundings—scarred with burn marks, patches of ice, countless Talisman Script ashes, and a land oppressed by a formidable force—Nie Biao scratched his head. It seems it is likely the former possibility.
"Uh..."
