However, a terrifying surge of Demonic Qi emerged next to him.
Wherever he passed, swathes of people were dying incessantly, as if their souls were returning to the underworld.
Every soldier who died did so with a look of terror, as though they had encountered some great horror before their end.
In fact, Chen Chang'an was indeed that great terror.
A Demon Emperor would never show mercy.
"Emperor Song, you can stop!"
Zhao Tiande looked down at Chen Chang'an and shouted coldly.
Chen Chang'an stopped upon hearing this. He looked up at Zhao Tiande and the others in the sky, and he smiled slightly:
"Oh, a few old farts. I thought you wouldn't show up."
"Well, this saves me some effort."
As for Zhao Tiande, this old fellow, Chen Chang'an was familiar with him. He was one of the ancient Sect Leaders of the Taiyi Sect.
An old antique who had managed to survive from the previous era.
Now, he is in charge of the most mysterious faction within the Taiyi Sect, the Chaotian Gate.