Under the moonlight, atop the mountain peak, the towering figure roared furiously at Su Yie and his army of a million, with a bloody wind sweeping in and murderous intent soaring to the skies.
Su Yie frowned slightly. The opponent's aura far surpassed the Realm of Taoist Fruition. Could it be a subordinate of the Sovereign of the Nether Sky?
The Three Dynasties would probably not send anyone over, given that the Three Dynasties' Saint Competition was still underway.
Han Yuandao calculated with his fingers and then shouted loudly, "The force method of Huang You, Cheng Mobai!"
Huang You?
Cheng Mobai?
Su Yie's frown deepened. Could this be a new power?
He certainly hadn't offended Huang You.