Bab 1021: A Crane Brings a Storm to Shatter the Darkness

Wind preceded the descent of the fierce divine energy.

Howling gales stirred the sand in the courtyard, casting it in all directions, making the place seem like a wasteland.

The Demon Lord stood in the sandstorm, his eyes extremely dark, his face extremely pale.

Not out of fear, but because he had brought his blood to a boil in an extremely short amount of time, causing it to fiercely blaze.

An extremely cold and thick Qi surged out of his body and into the sky.

His black hair scattered behind him, dancing in the wind like thousands of snakes.

A faint light suffused his robes, heatless flames seemingly burning on their surface.

As the cold flames spread, Demon Breath rapidly occupied the center of the courtyard.

The clearest sign of this was the descent of darkness.

This darkness was frigidly cold and imbued with the Qi of gloom and extinction, representing a most bleak and cruel order.