บท 456: Kun Peng Clan's Trump Card

The pair of gray wings flapped, emitting a gust of wind carrying an ancient aura as it rushed toward the trio. Hua Yanli and Yun Qi found themselves struggling to breathe, feeling as if they were enveloped by an ominous aura of death. This attack could be fatal. 

However, just as the lazy voice finished speaking, their surroundings transformed in an instant. The desolate outskirts became a lush paradise. 

Besides Qin Huai, the other three faces fell instantly. Recognizing this familiar landscape, Hua Yanli and Yun Qi turned deathly pale.

The one with the worst expression was Tang Ying. He turned to face the middle-aged man who had abruptly appeared before him. "Emperor of Qingzhou?" His eyes flickered as he studied the man. "You're still alive? No, you're just a phantom from ten thousand years ago!"