It’s him, Monarch Flying Snow!

The eyelids of Emperor Yan twitched before it slowly opened its eyes. A pair of silver eyes stared at that scaled giant standing within the huge palace hall: "Shamanic Wind is here again?"

"Right. He brought along six subordinates. I showed myself to ask them out, yet this Great Emperor Shamanic Wind actually retaliated." The scaled giant muttered. He already recovered from the light burn he had.

Emperor Yan's control of this sky-floating island had already reached an incredibly high degree. By relying on the dark aura pervading across the island, Emperor Yan could easily perceive a 'thread of wind' moving at high speed. This thread of wind seemed gentle and silent, yet it was filled with great tyranny.

"Hmph." Emperor Yan lightly moved its claws.

It easily tore through the space and cause a projection on another location on the island to appear.

A lump of wind could be seen moving at high speed.