On the ground.
Ye Feng was watching the battle.
Sword Saint Yuexi stood by, continuously expressing her astonishment.
"Sect Master Ye, your sect's disciples coordinate flawlessly in battle, their top combat power is strong, and there are hardly any weaknesses. Plus, with Yan Ruyu who can heal everyone, if this continues, you will certainly sweep through the Myriad Clans' clansmen."
In her view, the disciples of the Misty Sect were perfect.
Though these individuals appeared very young, they possessed high cultivation levels, solid foundations, good tactics, and strong Divine Skills.
Together, they were invincible.
"No, they will die in battle, then come back again."
Ye Feng, however, shook his head.
"What?" Sword Saint Yuexi was stunned.
Die in battle?
How could that be?
The disciples of the Misty Sect were clearly at an advantage; as long as they maintained it, they could definitely annihilate the Myriad Clans' clansmen.
Why would Ye Feng still say such a thing?
