Qing Shui sneered, but she had no idea Ye Wushuang's killing intent had already reached its breaking point.
His Divine Sense was locked firmly onto Qing Shui. It wouldn't matter if she fled into the Light Gate or ten thousand fathoms underground—today, she would die.
In an instant, the six members of the Cyan Race shot toward the Light Gate like six streaks of cyan light.
At the same moment, a powerful Dragon Spirit True Essence erupted from Ye Wushuang's body, enveloping him in rings of a golden halo.
He unleashed all his power, channeling every last bit of it into his speed. Executing his Floating Light and Shadow technique to its absolute limit, he was gone like a flash of light, leaving behind a string of afterimages. It was impossible to tell which one was his true self.
Slash!
Seeing Qing Shui just a few steps from the Light Gate, Ye Wushuang slashed through the air. A net woven from saber light instantly formed and descended upon all six of them.
