"Dark Energy…" Zhao Kui's Adam's apple bobbed. His heart felt heavy.
He was only at the Peak of Mingjin, separated from Dark Energy by a vast chasm. This Yang Jing looked young, but he was already a Dark Energy master. Facing Yang Jing now, Zhao Kui couldn't help but feel his stomach churning with anxiety.
He secretly glanced at Yang Jing. The young man's expression was calm, his eyes holding no trace of condescension. But it was precisely this placid demeanor that intensified Zhao Kui's pressure. The composure of an expert was often more intimidating than deliberate arrogance.
Hah! Zhao Kui took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Fortunately, his opponent was Yang Jing.
