Boom!
It seemed as if the ground of Mo City was infused with airwaves, rushing skyward.
Zhao Beidou, with crane-like hair and youthful features, floated in the air, hands outstretched, five fingers like hooks, with white tribulation fire dancing in both palms.
The heat yet cold, like the strange aura of two heavens, continually caused the surrounding airflow to explode.
The terrifying Dao Yun oppression continuously poured out from his body.
Dimmed the heavens and earth, made the wind and rain sway!
The entire void of Mo City shuddered ceaselessly, seemingly about to be torn open, exploding with a bang!
Zhao Beidou's pupils flickered with the light of tribulation fire, fury surging on his face.
"Underworld... Who gave you the guts to dare drag this old man into this Small Cave Heaven?!"
Without joy or sorrow, yet his words were filled with killing intent.
