The sky was a deep blue, like fine celadon, and the enormous formation that spanned ten miles in the sky still existed just as it had over two hundred years ago, year after year… The roaring sound within the formation still occasionally erupted.
Clearly, Xiong Hei inside had not died yet!
At the base of Mini Mountain, there were thousands of people from Black Dragon Pond, each Divine Being either idly chatting aside, cultivating, cursing, and so on.
"It's been over two hundred years, why doesn't Lord Xiong Hei just admit defeat directly? Why keep resisting with such effort? After over two hundred years of failing to escape, does he think he can?"
An old man with short, glistening green hair, sitting cross-legged on a rock, grumbled discontentedly.
