In the outlines of the face constructed from Burning City Magma, the blazing golden eyes glinted coldly: "Where is An Ji?"
"Babel Tower." Xia Feng smiled, pointing towards the direction of the Purple Mist Waves, "What, does the Burning City want revenge?"
"But with the cowardly guts of you Burning Heaven Disciples, hoping to get revenge is probably futile."
"Courting death!!" Seeing this boy so arrogant, the Burning Heaven Disciples nearly drew their blades collectively.
However, at this moment, the Purple Mist Cloud Sea stalled in the outer city half district once again roared like countless sky-covering beasts, rushing fiercely.
Nearing ten thousand people at the edge of Black Moon City collectively retreated backwards, yet behind was the city-sealing barrier, with nowhere to retreat.
Three Black Moon Knights who escaped slowly were rapidly engulfed by the Purple Mist, everyone involuntarily turned their gaze, focusing and observing the situation.
