Following Ji Rutian's gaze, there hung a white-haired figure in the sky, set against the backdrop of rolling thunderclouds, resembling a devil suspended in the void, surrounded by clusters of cyan flames.
It was none other than Fang Zigeng!
Fang Zigeng was dressed in a black robe, the collar adorned with dark red beast fur that fluttered lightly in the wind. His expression was indifferent, his gaze empty and numb as he looked down at Ji Rutian without a hint of compassion.
Fang Zigeng raised his right hand, conjuring a horsetail whisk made of white bone for its handle, with long bristles like white hair, and a small skull on the end, emanating an endlessly bone-chilling aura.
Ji Rutian looked up at him, grinding his teeth in anger.
"Damn it... Why has it come to this... Who exactly is he..."
Ji Rutian was extremely frustrated in his heart; he couldn't accept being defeated by a second person other than Fang Wang, especially since the opponent was considered his peer.