Qi Zhiran stepped into the air, his form nearly faster than the sword's light.
Ji Jiuying couldn't stop this sword, Shi Zanxue couldn't stop this sword, of course, Nandu couldn't stop this sword either.
First of all, they had no Mysterious Qi left to use.
Shi Zanxue drew his sword to stand in front of Pei Ye, Nandu suddenly stood up... Pei Ye raised his hand, and a pitch-black dragon grew from the carriage.
But without horns, the majestic chi head loomed over the ten horses in front of the carriage, almost as big as they were. Its body surged from behind, and it bit through the sword light that was about to sever the carriage in half.
Scales shattered, blood burst from its lips, but the blood immediately ignited into crimson flames. Qi Zhiran was engulfed by the howling sea of fire.
Indeed, there was no Spiritual Mystery left in the grid.
But the entire grid's Spiritual Mystery was not necessarily more than the palm-sized small body.
