The atmosphere of the still unsettled Heaven and Earth was slightly rigid.
The Whistling Snake God forcefully protected Ling Xiaolan, shattering Qiong Qi's palm with effortless ease, her casualness forming an overwhelming presence.
Wu Wang appeared silently beside Fire Plume. He held the Yan Emperor's Order in his hand, summoning the remnants of the deceased in the area to make up for Fire Plume's losses.
Fire Plume's aura soared at a rapid pace!
The spirits of the cultivators were greatly shaken; they wanted to cheer Wu Wangzi's name, but the crisscrossing pressures of several Divine Spirits in the area restrained them.
The Kui Ox stared at the Whistling Snake God, an old friend, astonished by her powerful aura at that moment.
