The gigantic palm attack from before had already exploded alongside the bodily explosion of the captured Demon Kings, reduced to rubble and dust.
WHOOSH!
A light gust of wind blew and took away with it the rampaging violet mists in the surrounding area, sweeping them clean like brushing away cobwebs.
Without absolute power and equal means, it was practically difficult to cast away this mist, which was why the Yang Kings of the city were at a loss.
But experts from the Wu Shui Empire and the six supersects had the ability to disperse them. So these three had definitely come from one of the supersects.
"The Yu Clan had indeed been saved!"
A strange feeling surged in Yu Qinglin's heart as he felt one of the auras in the sky somewhat familiar.
And it seemed to be the aura of the youth who had just spoken earlier.
Of the three, there was one youth and two middle-aged men. The youth appeared to be at the late stage of the Yin Soul Realm.
