The battle erupted once again, quickly entering a white-hot phase.
Shen Jie from the Thousand Spirits Sect, surrounded by the phantom of beasts, launched moves that were fierce and domineering.
Meanwhile, the young Master Void with an effeminate face no longer had the previous expression of watching a good show. His demeanor had become serious, and from the folding fan in his hand, images of mountains and rivers continuously emerged, resisting Shen Jie's onslaught.
"Young Master Void, you're no match for me. If you retreat now, I can pretend none of this ever happened!" Shen Jie shouted while attacking.
Young Master Void snorted coldly, too lazy to respond, and his moves became even more powerful.
Originally, having Ye Chen owe him a favor on the mountaintop felt sufficient for him.
Now, with Ye Chen's fate uncertain, watching the group fighting to the death to guard the cave entrance, Young Master Void felt that Ye Chen was most likely still alive.
