The roar that came from the distant skies was like a thunderbolt from the clear blue, stirring the murky waters of the Yellow River into a thunderous and resounding roar. Mile and the three thousand Buddhist Disciples felt their eardrums buzz, and blood flowed from their mouths and noses.
"Hisss!"
Seeing the miserable state of Mile and the others, the Flying Snake gasped in shock. The Seal Technique in its hand also halted, as the creature stared dumbfoundedly in the direction of the sound, secretly muttering, "Damn, what's with the Demon Race producing such a ferocious character!"
In truth, it wasn't just them; even Taiyi, who had been remotely controlling the entire situation from Little Beiming, had no idea who this guy was.
"Swoosh!"
In an instant, a somewhat bloated figure rushed over, bringing with it a vast expanse of earthy-yellow Blood Qi, moving at an extremely fast pace.
