"I, Hong, have returned!"
A sharp cry, like a clap of thunder, exploded in the void, shaking the nine heavens.
This was an aura of absolute power!
The mere sound of his shout changed the color of the sky. A terrifying gale stirred up a black storm that seemed to scour the heavens and plumb the Yellow Springs, as if making ghosts and gods weep in terror!
"Hong Yu?"
"He... he's still not dead?"
"Impossible! He died a miserable death at the hands of the two City Lords! How could he not be dead?"
The once-smug and vicious expressions on King Lingxiao and the others twisted in shock. The memory of Hong Yu's invincible, terrifying power surfaced in their minds—a nightmarish Demon Shadow that haunted them, causing sleepless nights filled with tossing and turning.
King Lingxiao, Chen Tao, Ma Yuanpeng, and Kuadi, who had witnessed that battle firsthand, trembled uncontrollably upon hearing that familiar voice.
Fear!
Terror!
These emotions came from the very depths of their hearts.
