Chapitre 1007: The Voices of Gods and Demons

Spiritual power and gravel burned fiercely. Flames soared into the sky as if they could burn everything in this world to ashes. Especially that overbearing roar, it set off a fierce wind. The wind aided the fire, making the burning black flames even more terrifying to an indescribable degree.

Ou Yangming's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth. He took a heavy step forward, and a muffled thunder-like sound came from his body. Under this enormous pressure, all of his bones were pressed toward his heart. His body lowered, but his gaze was persistent. After taking this step, the young fellow became even closer to Ji Haoran. He was only over 33 meters away, but he still did not make a move. His patience was even better than that of a lone wolf in the wilderness.

If he did not move, so be it. If he moved, he would aim to kill Ji Haoran in one strike. He would not give the man a chance to catch his breath.

"Roar—"