A day later, Shen Long appeared in a stretch of black sea. The seawater was pitch black, and the sky was shrouded in a gray haze, casting an oppressive atmosphere.
Shen Long stopped in midair above a desolate island spanning tens of thousands of miles, his expression indifferent.
"You've been following me for so long. Still not planning to show yourself?"
Shen Long's voice carried a frigid chill.
The response was silence, as if he was merely overthinking.
Shen Long's face darkened, his body radiating a red halo that dispersed in all directions, erupting into billowing flames that soared sky-high wherever it passed.
The void couldn't withstand the intense heat and was torn apart, forming large, jagged fissures as vast quantities of seawater evaporated, filling the air with thick mist.
