In the dark night sky, a series of thunderstorms fell into the valley, the lonely peaks burst, the ancient trees were burned to ashes, some of the beasts that could not escape were completely broken into pieces after a cry, and even some spiritual beasts could not escape to death.

Ye Dun stood on an ancient tree, looking at the valley that had been reduced to disaster, and breathing in a cool breath.

Strong people in Yuanquan can turn the truth into a casualty wind, which is extremely sharp and unswerving. The means of attack are far better than those in Yuanquan. The gap between the two is like a...