The Demon-locking Tower trembled incessantly.
A blood-red black fog permeated the surroundings.
Inside, hundreds of Demon Beasts seemed to catch the scent of freedom.
They rushed to crash into the tower, the demon binding chains that were once securely nailed around began snapping one by one.
Now, only the last chain desperately held on.
Without the suppression and reinforcement of the Thunder Array and with Jing Jia's weakened mana,
they were more rampant.
At this moment, clad in a dark garment, he descended before the Demon-locking Tower.
Feng Fuce's eyes were a fiery red, with a strand of fire-red pattern growing between his brows.
His handsome face was full of stern coldness and murderous intent.
The strong wind rose because of him, yet he stood unmoved.
Feng Fuce's expression appeared both arrogant and indifferent.
His robes adorned with the most exquisite jewels.
