CREAK!
Just as Dii Qingxue was relentlessly bombarding the palace gate, a fissure tore through it!
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
A series of battered figures shot out from within, their faces bruised and swollen. The sight made Dii Qingxue's brow furrow, and the killing intent in her eyes intensified.
However, when she saw the figure in white standing spotlessly before the palace gate, smiling at her, she reined in her killing intent. Her expression shifted to one of astonishment.
BOOM!
BOOM!
At the same time, Ao Wuchang, Yuh Yuzhen, Tu Qianqian, and Lupao all strode out of the palace gate and charged toward the Elf Saint Hall.
Beize Sheng and Mengg Yiren looked over in unison. Upon seeing the four looking so disheveled, their faces bruised and swollen, their own expressions filled with shock.
'How could the four of them look so wretched? Could it be that even by joining forces, they were no match for Ye Wushuang?'
"Hurry and run! Ye Wushuang is terrifying!"
