Unexpectedly, after two hours, a deafening roar suddenly echoed from the sky.
Zhou Qing jerked his head up, only to see two figures instantly cleave through the sky, hurtling into battle here—one of them was none other than Weng Yunqi!
His opponent was a middle-aged Supreme clad in dark feathered garments.
This person's face was sinister, deep-set eyes with a red vertical stripe between the brows, resembling a terrifying third eye.
Each move he unleashed scattered countless black feathers, which seemed weightless but possessed the weight of ten thousand tons, pressuring the void until cracks formed.
"Madman! What happened years ago was not solely my doing. Why are you only pursuing me relentlessly?" the middle-aged Supreme shouted harshly, his voice sharp like an owl's screech.
With a sweep of his sleeves, countless black feathers transformed into chains, winding away.
