The Six-Color Divine Tree, with its flowing rays, shattered the Wind Mastery in the void through Chaos Qi.
Under the thousand streaks of auspicious light, Chen Yuan, surrounded by a golden, glass-like glow, looked at the rays streaming below, among which were Old Man Dong and others, their faces dusty and weary. His gaze shifted and darkened slightly as he noticed some people were missing.
His figure suddenly condensed into a golden point in the void, and then reappeared several dozen feet below, directly in front of Old Man Dong, supporting him as he suddenly lost speed and became unsteady.
"What happened?"
"Why are there fewer people?"
His voice was hushed, carrying a peculiar golden resonance, and combined with his brilliant golden pupils, appeared rather intimidating.
Old Man Dong felt as if he was caught by giant pincers, his Dragon Tendon Iron Bone almost crushed, emitting strange cries from his mouth, baring his teeth and unable to speak.
