Ye Tianling's pupils contracted slightly. A strong sense of unease and dread surged in his heart.
It felt as if death itself was closing in. An icy, suffocating pressure, like being plunged into a frozen cavern, came crashing down with the force of an avalanche.
But Ye Tianling was utterly fearless.
'How could he possibly retreat at this point?'
'Death?'
'Even if it means death, I'm going to fucking kill Long Fengyang today!'
This hatred was carved into his very bones!
Nearly everyone Ye Tianling cared about had been persecuted by Long Fengyang!
How could he let go of this chance to finally kill Long Fengyang?
The sense of impending doom had reached its peak, but so what?
Ye Tianling not only ignored this sense of crisis, but he even further condensed his killing intent.
The power of the black hole tore through the sky, plunging the already ruinous Ancient Cyan Dragon Warfield into a terrifying, dead silence.
