"Keke~~"
Below, a smear of black, countless Red Demons gathered into a mass and charged out.
Ning Daoran immediately stomped his foot and descended into the abyss. A burst of spiritual pressure erupted around him, and explosions reverberated one after another. In an instant, thousands of Red Demons vanished into nothingness.
"Brat..."
A chilling voice rose from the depths of the vortex below.
Ning Daoran shuddered instantly, his heart enveloped in a deep, icy coldness. The owner of that voice was unquestionably extraordinary, and the piercing chill almost halved the speed at which Ning Daoran's Blood Qi flowed within his body.
He glanced downward.
Two blood-red glimmers slowly ascended from the vortex's bottom. They resembled icy daggers that could effortlessly pierce one's heart, instilling in Ning Daoran an instinctual resistance to looking directly at them.
