On Purple Clouds Mountain, the cold wind was bleak and chilling to the bone.
Ye Tian and Black Dragon were in a tense fight, with Longteng No.8 unleashing powerful firepower; yet, it was effortlessly dodged by the agile figure of Black Dragon.
High-tech was effective against the average person, but facing an expert like Black Dragon from the pinnacle of Dragon Hall, it was somewhat insufficient.
"What nonsense, I've already said, these pieces of junk can't touch me. And all of you, I don't take any of you seriously. Today, I will make Purple Clouds Mountain your burial ground!"
Black Dragon sneered, the dense black fog around his body transformed into a hurricane, sweeping toward Ye Tian and the others, instantly changing the color of the sky and blocking out the sun.
Hisss…
Ye Tian's face darkened.
"I didn't expect that after Black Dragon absorbed the souls of four Yama Level Ghost Gods, his power would become so terrifying!"
Whoosh whoosh…
