A few moments later, the commotion inside vanished without a trace.
The tightly shut wooden door was pushed open from within, and Hu Qi strode out.
Behind him, light streamed through the gap in the doorway, illuminating the scene inside.
However, the room was now completely empty. The only proof that the Lower-Rank Black Blood Species had ever been there were a few scattered drops of black blood in the corner and the faint, lingering scent of blood in the air.
At that moment, Hu Qi looked up, his gaze fixed on a certain point in the sky.
There, the wind and clouds churned violently, like a roaring Giant Dragon writhing and dancing.
Masses of roiling dark clouds, like crashing ocean waves, battered the firmament.
The cries of swords and the roars of savage beasts echoed, deafeningly loud, as if they would pierce one's eardrums.
Overlapping rumbles and tremors sounded like a Celestial God beating a war drum, shaking one to the very soul.
