Xuan Ying hovered mid-air a hundred li away, her serrated demonic blade floating behind her. Her radiant, jade-like face emitted a faint silver glow.0

Whoosh!0

Strands of bluish-black demonic light drifted from the blade, masking her presence and erasing all traces of her existence.0

"So, he came to the Demon Abyss as well," she mumbled coldly.0

Her sharp gaze was locked onto the ruined city. Despite the Demon Abyss's unique environment that restricted perception, her vision pierced through it effortlessly, allowing her to watch as the massive crimson dragon thrashed.0

Pang Jian's relentless sword strikes were tearing it apart.0

The Rank Eight Flame Dragon, Long Yan, was doomed.0

"This is the Demon Abyss, the homeland of the Demon Scale Race! This region is my domain! Dragons, humans, Feys—no one can lay claim to what rightfully belongs to me, Xuan Ying!" she declared resolutely.0

The oppressive influence of the Demon Abyss not only did not affect her the way it did others but was actually something that empowered her. 0

Just as the demonic stone had acknowledged Wu Yuan,...0