Confidence?
Yang Zhen could lack anything, but never confidence.
To achieve great feats, confidence was absolutely essential.
Seeing the Eastern Desolation Emperor's playful expression, Yang Zhen pursed his lips dismissively. What's so great about being an emperor who was just hovering around here?
Boom, boom, boom!
Terrifying airwaves exploded in the sky, and although Yang Zhen couldn't see them, he could feel the strong presence of heavenly and earthly laws.
Dark clouds filled the sky, everywhere carrying an apocalyptic terror.
Under the cover of the dark clouds, black thunder surged wildly like roaming dragons undulating up and down.
In the mountains, it seemed that all creatures were enveloped in thunder, with trees themselves bearing endless lightning, and were instantly obliterated within flashes of light.
Numerous practitioners who came upon hearing the news wore shocked expressions, staring incredulously at the mountain covered by black clouds.
