On the ground.
A figure in a blue robe gazes into the distance.
The wind formed by the impact rushes forth.
Her sheer garment sticks to her skin, outlining the delicate form of the wind.
She gently exhales an aromatic breath.
The Lightning Demon Venerable steadies its form.
Its eye twitches, staring at the fist wind spanning hundreds of miles, the furrows plowed out, and the illusory shadows of continuous green mountains.
If this punch had hit...
It might have lost its life.
Luckily, it was aimed at the Devouring Country Demon Venerable.
The second brother has tough skin, won't die.
"I was wondering who it was, turns out to be the Yaochi Immortal."
The Lightning Demon Venerable recognized the girl in the blue robe, its aura exploded, and between the clouds, lightning brewed, ready to strike.
"Want to fight? You're not my match. How about waiting for that lion to come, and we fight together?" Yaochi Immortal said with a smile.
