The massive pillar of light swept forward, stopping in front of Yu Ziqing, the swirling winds roaring up from the ground, as if there were endless power continuously erupting.
Yu Ziqing could feel the Mountain Lord's rage, truly more terrifying than a real volcanic eruption.
It was said before that the Mountain Lord was the pinnacle of pure power among the human race throughout history, but now it seems that was an understatement.
In terms of pure power, other races probably couldn't find anything comparable.
The Mountain Lord's shortcomings are likely in his mastery of the mysterious arts, but in terms of pure power, he has no rivals.
Yu Ziqing felt a burning sense of stinging pain all over his skin, and couldn't help but retreat slightly, fearing that if the Mountain Lord lost control, he might end up being collateral damage.
"What about those useless guys?"
"Cha Wang unfortunately died of illness.
The Heavenly Devil King split into thousands and most of them ran away.
