The Bitterness of the Wind Devil

The golden light shone from the deepest part of this special Temporal. As the golden light got closer and closer, the light became more and more dazzling. When it approached Jian Wushuang, the golden light was like a huge golden sun, it completely illuminated the entire Temporal.

The golden light dissipated and revealed the appearance of a tall cultivator.

He was hundreds of feet tall, wearing golden armor, boots, and a golden puppet fighter on his head. He also held a golden spear in his hand and looked like a golden war god.

"Jian Wushuang, greetings, senior Wind Devil." Jian Wushuang bowed.

Seeing Wind Devil again, Jian Wushuang was still filled with shock.

After all, he was a living supreme expert, different from Lord Wu of the Red Cloud World.