523. PALM OF SUN WUKONG

The winds blew violently and the heat in the environment stood at levels far too high for the average human to withstand. The ground burned as craters filled the lands within the artificial environment.

Two men crashed into the ground with a flicker, their figures refraining from achieving high speeds. The great brown and charred dust in the area stirred away from their valiant figures. But they couldn't care less about it.

With sweat dripping from their faces, and an expression revealing the gloom of their situation, they watched the winds blow violently until they cleared to reveal the figure of a certain dual-colored-haired man. If they could even call him that.

His clothes remained tattered and his gaze fell to the ground. His movement looked slow and unhurried, but it dripped with abnormal dominance. How could such an expert possibly exist? His power defied logic.