The powerful figures from the Feng Clan, none of them managed to escape; they were all completely wiped out.
Shi Hao showed no mercy to such enemies. They had come to kill him, so any notion of compassion was laughable.
The wind blew, and the whole world quieted down.
Shi Hao sighed, wandering in this region. He had visited the Taiyin Clan and the Sun Clan. Which was the road home?
At the end of the Taiyin River, at the end of the Sun River, which one was real?
"Hmm?" Suddenly, a thought stirred within Shi Hao's heart.
"Perhaps both are real!" he mused.
Taiyin and the Sun, the extreme of Yang becomes Yin, and the extreme of Yin becomes Yang. Could the ends of the Taiyin River and the Sun River meet?
A tremor shook Shi Hao's heart. He felt it was highly possible. At this moment, he was excited, as if he saw the path back to his homeland, finding hope.
But where would such a place be?
