Vast, peerless.
Perhaps only these two adjectives can describe it.
Two people, a flower of innumerable ghost gods.
Ghosts and gods covered by the flowers, yet they tore these flowers apart...
Tyrannical yet beautiful.
This is what most people see, but in the eyes of Pu Qinghan, whose hair was wildly fluttering, she saw that huge crystalline wall, and the two people.
Sui Yi and Wu Jue's palms met, the Beak of the Golden Crow in the palm bursting with golden light, yet it was directly torn apart by Wu Jue. Not retreating but advancing, Wu Jue clasped Sui Yi's hand, while her other hand transformed into a blade's edge, aiming at Sui Yi's head...
Sui Yi tilted his head, lifted his leg...
Bang!
As Wu Jue blocked with her right arm, she saw another Sui Yi already holding her shoulder...
Her lips curled into a cruel and cold smile.
A palm thrust towards Sui Yi's abdomen....
Boom!
Both were struck by the opponent.
