"Weng!"
A strong fluctuation suddenly descended from the void. This breath was evil and strange, yet seemingly intangible and insubstantial.
Li Qingming, hiding in the shadows, could clearly feel the strength of the owner of this breath, which was only slightly less powerful than his own, now merged with the Heavenly Dao. When did such a formidable person emerge in the Primordial Heaven and Earth?
Di Jun in mid-air was frantically shaking his head, and suddenly a point of black light surged on his neck, which was a beautifully carved stone artifact. It suddenly emitted a faint light and slowly detached from Di Jun's neck.
At this moment, the rolling gray Chaos Qi in the sky violently churned like angry waves. Within the roaring, it seemed that a force was whistling in from all directions of this void, as if it would shatter the Chaotic Void itself.
