The wind passed through the holes in the broken house, wandering freely within, blowing across Li Kongshan's pale face and Mo Yue's trembling brow in anger. As Wen Ping's figure disappeared from the doorway, Mo Yue shifted his gaze to the wall of the house.
The splendid buildings of Cangwu City gradually came into view, and similarly, he knew that now half of Cangwu City could see the house that had been breached.
He really wanted to kill Wen Ping to restore his dignity and that of the Hundred Sects Alliance, but he dared not act.
Of course, it wasn't that he feared being killed alone, but rather that everyone here might be killed.
He finally understood why Wen Ping was fearless, why even the Hundred Sects Alliance was undeterred. Behind this Immortal Sect stood a powerful figure—a yellow dog that had transformed into a Great Demon.
With a single move, it left not even the bones of several cultivators who had reached the Body Refining Twelfth Layer, as they all turned to ashes.
