Enemy [II]
High in the sky, surrounded by dark clouds, a man with long black hair tied in a ponytail hovered. His cold black eyes indifferently observed the battlefield, which had come to a halt the moment Tang Xun shouted his name.
"W-who is that?" asked one of the exhausted cultivators. His body was covered in blood, flesh, and countless cuts.
The others who had survived did not know the answer—this person was unfamiliar to them, and especially his name was completely unknown.
Tang Xun gritted his teeth, and his eyes filled with blood. Then, a pure infernal flame began to rise from beneath his feet and spread into the sky. Soon, a massive column of fire engulfed the heavens.