"Pfft!"
Having dodged far away, Lu Qingfeng, due to the imprints in the divine banner being scattered from the shock, was gravely injured. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, barely maintaining his footing.
As for the Hun Mountain Demon King, the fierce fire dissipated and the Demon King ultimately turned into a powder, dissipating with the wind without a trace.
Sadly, before dying, he had no idea what Lu Qingfeng's identity was. He also didn't know that the trivial Spirit Void practitioner he casually killed years ago would brew today's dire consequences.
However, for the Hun Mountain Demon King, perhaps it was a blessing to know nothing.
