At this moment, Huang Wuliang, who was wearing a dark yellow robe and had silver hair, came in front of Shen Yifeng and the others.
The wrinkled old man bent down with a walking stick. He looked thin and weak, but the moment he appeared, the boundless pressure around him weakened the flames spreading in the mountain intermediate.
"After causing trouble for so long, it's time to decide the winner." Huang Wuliang looked at the rolling flames in front of him coldly and said.
As expected, as soon as Huang Wuliang finished speaking, the flames that were originally spreading instantly disappeared. Then, a charred black figure flew out. After shattering a few charred trees, it fell to the ground.
