C216 They Were like Ants

In the dead of night, a streak of light raced towards Moon Observing Peak with the speed of lightning.

The individual's presence was immense, his garments whipping wildly in the wind. His eyes were icy, radiating a subtle but unmistakable intent to kill. This was none other than Zhao Wuji, the Nascent Infant Stage ancestor. Having received the immortal note