High above, the Gang Winds were stirring, producing a whooshing sound akin to steel knives.
In the distance, a meteor fell, sparking a brilliant fireball descending toward the ground; an eerie light streaked through the void, vanishing in an instant; red clouds transformed in the space, bewitching and beautiful, truly captivating.
A blonde woman stood in the void, surrounded by Gang Qi, shielding her from various attacks.
Her expression was indifferent, awaiting the final outcome.
Just then, the void shimmered slightly, and a golden portal emitted a ray of light. As the light flashed, a Feather Demon Race cultivator emerged. He appeared somewhat weary, carrying a few injuries, yet his Essence, Qi, and Spirit seemed significantly enhanced.
In past moments, merely a flower in a greenhouse, now transformed into a small tree hardened by storms.
The blonde woman nodded, quite satisfied.
