In just a moment, the doors of that mountain building slowly shook, and the Third Elder Su Xinghe half-dragged, half-pulled Ye Qiu as he appeared.
Ye Qiu's face was as pale as paper, every step she took felt like she was stepping on cotton, soft and powerless; it wasn't hard to imagine what kind of torment she had suffered during this time.
Xu Wendong caught sight of Ye Qiu's miserable state at a glance; his pupils shrank abruptly, and in that instant two blazing flames of fury ignited in his eyes.
The light of the Seven Extremes Formation surrounding him seemed to be ignited by this rage as well, starting to flicker and distort violently, and a chilling aura of destruction spread out from him like a surging tide, sweeping in all directions.
His figure blurred, like a streak of black lightning tearing through the sky, and in the blink of an eye he had already closed in on Su Xinghe.
