A hundred tons of cold water poured down from the sky, yet not a single drop touched Ye Qingtian at the center of the waterfall. The several hundred tons of water did not affect him at all.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze cold, his expression indifferent, ignoring everything.
"Are you all still alright?"
Ye Qingtian spoke calmly.
The other two, Northern Army and Central Heaven, also looked at Ye Qingtian with apprehension.
"Ha!"
Northern Army's gang qi surged, and he fell into a frenzy.
True Qi gushed out explosively.
Blasts of gang wind tore through the sky and earth, forcibly splitting a crack in the great lake. The lake water surged up, forming a waterway straight to the Broken Heaven Waterfall.
Suddenly, Northern Army's figure moved like lightning, transforming into a bolt of electricity, stepping onto the waterway and charging forward.
