Killing intent erupted out of nowhere.
Mu Qingge's body dropped backward, and right in front of her a sheet of sword light flashed past.
"Qingge!"
By her ear came Ji Yaohua's anxious shout.
Right after that, the clanging of weapons colliding was already ringing out.
Mu Qingge dodged the sudden strike, turned and leapt, the Linglong Spear gripped tight in her hand. With a speed like thunder that left no time to cover one's ears, she swept out a storm of spear flowers, blocking several attacks in a row before landing back on the ground. Only then did she clearly see the scene before her.
This was an endless space.
From top to bottom, all around was pure white, no boundaries in sight.
The whole group that had come to seek the Dao was inside. Yet at this moment, they were split into three camps.
One side was naturally the five elites of the Green Talent List.
