"If you want to say it, go ahead."
Ling Feng glanced at Mo Sanqing, pursed his lips, suddenly furrowed his brow, and said sternly, "But let's wait for a moment, trouble is approaching."
"Trouble, what trouble?"
Mo Sanqing immediately jumped up, "Could it be demons?"
"Not demons, but they are certainly not friendly."
A cold glint flashed in Ling Feng's hand, and Ten Directions Annihilation was already gripped in his palm.
Seeing Ling Feng's guarded demeanor, Mo Sanqing quickly drew his sword, gazing solemnly into the pitch-black night sky.
The power of Divine Sense was restricted, and facing the unknown darkness made him feel a wave of tension.
"Oh? I didn't expect the Magic Snow of the Demon Sky Snow Ridge would have no effect on you?"
In the darkness, a rather surprised voice sounded. Then, the void trembled with a hum, and a terrifying impact descended from the sky, carrying a violent current, slamming into the ground.
