The piercing wind howled, akin to countless God Demons wailing, boundless decay materialized into substance, converging into a long river, rushing turbulently.
This was a world seemingly without end, where Five Vile Qi merged into one with the world, indistinguishable from each other. Every inch of space, every speck of dust, contained decay and turbidity.
The Drought Demon Ba stood beside the river of decay, watching the majestic figure ahead slowly withdraw his hand.
"Jiang Li..."
He called out Jiang Li's name, but it did not trigger any cause and effect response or draw Jiang Li's attention.
The anomaly surrounding him slowly faded, returning to normal, with a hint of admiration, he remarked, "I have already done my utmost to overestimate his progress speed, yet I find I've underestimated it still. With such strength, it is no wonder he could defeat the Heavenly Monarch."
"Jiang Li, indeed impressive."
