An invisible canopy enveloped the entire mountain stronghold, yet the Demonic Messengers at the entrance breathed a sigh of relief, as they realized the White-haired Guest was actually outside the seemingly present-yet-absent canopy, not sharing the same space with them, and the immense pressure on their hearts vanished.
"You—" Dongxing just began to speak, when the young man suddenly acted, a longsword piercing through like a rainbow.
Ignorance! Dongxing sneered internally, suddenly the shield appeared in his left hand, while he drew a long blade with his right. Although he didn't know who the opponent was, the malice was blatantly obvious. As a Demonic Messenger, even in death, he would take a chunk out of his opponent!
