Upon returning, Zhao Yiming was inevitably going to face his master's wrath.
As the head of household carried on by the Chao Clan for generations, the only thing he could do was try to salvage the situation as much as possible.
"Do not worry, Brother Yiming." A tall and robust man sneered as he stepped forward, eyeing the old Ling Mother in Duchess of Luo Jia's team, "If my estimation is correct, this must be Ling Mother, who has served the Northern Zhou Imperial Household for generations? Leave this Divine Power Territory to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, black demonic Qi began to envelop around him.
"Swish!"
A uniquely shaped pair of black demonic wings quickly unfolded behind him, covering large segments of the sky like wings that could blot out the heavens.
Encased in thick black demonic Qi, those black wings suddenly flapped, and he soared into the sky like lightning, holding a demonic lance, as he charged at Ling Mother like a giant eagle hunting a rabbit.
