C747 Information on Yan Jing

At the border of Outer World, a man wearing white clothes was sitting on top of a cloud. He waved the brush in his hand and drew a huge battlefield. Millions of gods and devils, billions of living creatures, collided with each other. A cold killing intent was emitted from the battlefield, piercing through the earth. Terrifying ravines were left behind.

The Fiendgods roared