Qingfeng's vigilance was not without reason.
High up in the sky, as the massive dragon shadow surrounding Xu Yuxiu's body gradually grew solid, a sudden and drastic change occurred.
A wide fissure tore open across the firmament. Boundless black mist cascaded down from the crack like a waterfall, converging and condensing in midair into a small-mountain-sized, black-and-red mottled smiling mask.
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