Inside the valley, the atmosphere was thick enough to touch, wrapping around every inch of space in a suffocating embrace.
"Hmph, brat, did you hear me? I am attacking you, you are not attacking me!" The colossal form of the Netherworld Condor King hovered in mid-air, casting a shadow like a dark cloud blocking the sun. Its wings spread wide, blotting out the sky, and every flap whipped up a fierce gale that howled through the valley. Its majestic voice rolled like thunder, echoing loudly across the valley and causing the surrounding rocks to tremble slightly, as if declaring to the world that it could not be defiled. Its gaze carried an arrogant, condescending detachment, as though it were a supreme, invincible deity of heaven and earth, while Du Bufan before it was merely an ant to be crushed at any moment.
"I heard you loud and clear. Stop dawdling, get on with it, and let's go once you're done!" Du Bufan frowned, his face plastered with impatience, looking as though he had been disturbed by a buzzing fly. Standing calmly in the valley like an unmoving iceberg, he showed not a shred of fear in the face of the Netherworld Condor King's overwhelming momentum. His gaze was as cold as frost, devoid of any emotion save for a deep, profound disdain—a contempt that radiated from the very depths of his soul, as if all of the Netherworld Condor King's majesty and power were nothing more than a ridiculous farce.
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