The dust froze, and then a white figure appeared before the Weng Family members; it was none other than Er Yan.
But she was now in a pitiful state.
The white dress had long been stained with blood, yet her aura remained powerful and chilling. She looked up towards the sky and said, "East Dominator Little Wastrel, what exactly is that Emperor's Artifact in your hand?"
It was truly terrifying; how could the Martial Battle Fourth Realm be so frightful?
Previously, she never believed that Sikong Jing could cut off one of San Yan's arms, but now she had to believe it.
With Er Yan's words, Sikong Jing descended from the sky, gracefully landing on a nearby withered tree.
He too was covered in blood... Although he had made significant progress compared to half a month ago, Er Yan was stronger than San Yan, so Sikong Jing still couldn't completely overwhelm her.
