Su Changxing felt the presence of that Maoshan Daoist, like a blazing flame burning through the surrounding cold, a feeling familiar yet strange; Xu Kai had given him a similar feeling, his spirit flourishing like a flame.
Perhaps this is what distinguishes gifted individuals from ordinary people: their spirit is more vibrant, grows faster, and, as an Extraordinary, they have the upper hand.
However, the energy fluctuations of this Maoshan Daoist were peculiar, forming an arc-shaped zigzag oscillating between Tier Six and Tier Seven.
The man sensed the presence of Hua san, rushing straight over from afar, accompanied by hundreds of fireballs of varying sizes, falling from the sky.
Wherever he went, there was nothing but ashes, the ground littered with charred corpses, emitting a stench.
"Ignorant and naive."
The young Daoist muttered to himself, his face calm, yet also marked by despair, as if crying, tears streaming down.
