Zhou Dao entered the Lost Tomb on the third day.
On the desolate plain, a silver Demon Wolf akin to a small mountain thunderously collapsed.
The crescent mark on its forehead slowly dissipated.
Jiang Longyuan hovered in the air, his robes fluttering fiercely in the strong wind.
From beginning to end, his expression remained completely undisturbed.
Everyone watched in stunned silence, even Su Yaoji's face showed a rare hint of shock.
Although they were both in the Gang Formation Realm, Jiang Longyuan's combat strength was clearly a great deal higher than hers.
An Upper Realm Great Demon didn't last ten rounds in Jiang Longyuan's hands, and he dispatched it with ease.
If it were Su Yaoji, she definitely could not have done it so effortlessly.
"Alas, I'm still too weak," Jiang Longyuan said as he looked down at the massive demon beast, without a trace of joy in his voice, feeling somewhat inferior.