The night wind was slightly cool, and the clear moon hung high. A faint smile appeared on Ye Xuan's face. Even though his face was deathly pale, he still appeared very calm.
He drew the Red Blood Sword and the Hidden Blade Sword, stabbing them fiercely into the ground. Then, he extracted the Innocent Divine Blade and Black Blade, thrusting them into the earth.
A blade and a sword, blooming with brilliant radiance.
The five figures, racing across the fields, moved at an incredible speed like phantoms, and with a "boom," they rushed to Ye Xuan's front.
At this moment, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, his expression incomparably serene.
"This Demon Ye is really quite amusing. At a time like this, he still doesn't flee?"
A tall and lanky middle-aged man, with a sharp face and a few hints of ruthlessness sweeping across his features, looked at Ye Xuan with a hint of pity in his voice and said harshly.
