The world that was just now dancing with white snow was instantly shrouded by a black sun, an oppressive and unsettling aura lingering over everyone's hearts.
She continued forward, her expression serene.
On this side of the battlefield, the Snow King's disciple grew increasingly anxious, once again issuing the order to kill Wen Qingshan.
But Guang Xiaoyu had already made her move. How could she tolerate someone killing Wuji Sect's Divine Body right in front of her?
The second sword light descended, destroying everything in its path, directly obliterating the attacking Golden Soldier, leaving the remaining soldiers stunned, their faces ashen.
The Snow King's disciple was the same, staring intently in that direction.
Wen Qingshan laughed heartily.
Liu Changqing and Alan exchanged glances, secretly sighing in relief; however, their hearts were shocked. Had Guang Xiaoyu really grown to such a level?
