In the starry sky,
The concern on the face of Sword Saint Yue Xi grew deeper.
Swoosh!
She dashed through the void, arriving beside Ye Feng, and as she scanned the surroundings, she found the disciples of the Misty Sect to be very powerful—the weakest among them were at the Spirit Sea Realm, and the slightly stronger ones were at the Void Break Realm and Divine Origin Realm.
Even stronger still, some had stepped into the Quasi-Saint level.
Such a sect could truly be called terrifying.
Should they suffer losses in this battle, that would be far from good.
"Don't worry!"
Ye Feng was the first to speak, causing Sword Saint Yue Xi's lips to move, but ultimately, she remained silent.
"Disciples, there will be no casualties."
Ye Feng added.
No casualties?
Sword Saint Yue Xi stood by Ye Feng's side, pondering over his words, her brow slightly furrowed, her eyes filled with curiosity.
At the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain,
The Chief of the Hunting Tribe was dumbfounded.
