"Nine feathers woke up?"

Ye Dun's heart trembled violently. He just wanted to throw the sacred grass of Jiuyang in his hand, but Xiao Dun's heart shook his head. On his body, there was an endless white mist, which instantly covered the body of Ye Dun again until he could hardly find it himself.

The thunderous sound came out, and a terrible pressures blossomed, making the ground of the ninth floor of space begin to shake and burst into dense cracks.

In front of Xiao Duxin, there appeared a pair of eyes, which showed golden color, stared past, full of violent breath, as if it could completely devour the whole...