In the emptiness, there seemed to be a voice whispering in regret: "What a pity, stopping at the second island."
Giant trees blocked his path of retreat.
Luo Chen's expression turned cold, and without any visible action, his wings trembled, sending out flying blades through the air.
The Moonbreaker Slash, no matter how ancient, severed those trees in a single cut.
In an instant, the moonlight poured down, opening up his field of vision.
On a distant mountain peak, a figure under the moonlight gazed coldly at him.
"Demon King Qingyang, you finally arrived!"
Swoosh!
With a tremor of his wings, Luo Chen slowly flew into the air, meeting the gaze of the old man on the hill.
Just one glance, though they had only met once, Luo Chen quickly recognized the man's origin.
"Master of Hundred Craft Mountain!"
"Unexpected, you still remember this old defeated man under you." Liang Baizao let out a bitter laugh.
"A defeated man under me? Heh."
