The spectators were utterly shocked. This team from the Ancient Spirit Sect was so powerful it made their hearts pound.
Ye Wushuang had single-handedly challenged the Spiritual Spring Realm experts from both the Fiery Sun Sect and the Cyan Race. Everyone had thought he was on a suicide mission, but in the blink of an eye, the situation had completely reversed, far exceeding their expectations.
Qing Meng and Wensong were even more terrified. Despite joining forces against Ye Wushuang's powerful techniques, they hadn't gained the slightest advantage. Instead, they were severely injured, their flesh tearing as blood gushed from their wounds.
On the other side, Dii Qingxue's slender, graceful figure was like a dream, an illusion. Her incomparably beautiful, jade-like face showed no emotion as she traced a line with her snow-white fingers, summoning a hook-like Silver Moon. A torrent of moonlight poured down from the sky.
