Crack!
Demonic Qi surges to the sky, dark red Blood Energy fiercely churns!
Clouds of gloom gather densely, Thunder roars.
Han Yanzi stands in mid-air, allowing the Thunder to flicker behind him, clutching the Class VI Sea Pearl emitting a clear light.
At this moment, his face is as somber as water, coldly watching the silent approaching figure before him.
A voice coming from the abyss of Ice, eerily cold:
"Tao Temple Master Tai A...the old man thought you had long since followed Shao Yangzi and Xun FuJun to mend the heavens together."
The Taoist, dressed in an ancient Daoist robe, stands solemnly and, upon hearing, shakes his head:
"Three Sects and One Clan, there must always be someone to hold the bottom line."
Han Yanzi shows a mocking expression, laughing coldly:
