Seeing Christine's body falling, Su Yuan raised his hand and temporarily stored it in the Qingming Realm.
"The Spiritual Divine Power of Third Rank Su!"
Somewhere in the field, between illusion and reality, He Xianyin's pupils regained focus, with an undeniable astonishment rising in his eyes.
He had heard before that Su Yuan possessed a strong spiritual divine power. Experiencing it personally this time, even he was lost in thought for a moment. Such an effect is truly terrifying!
"Third Rank Su has already slain that 'Moon'... In that case, it's time to seek another opportunity."
As He Xianyin's thoughts raced, he continued to hide in the void, with both hands gripping two short swords. The intertwining dragons and snakes on them emitted subtle yet unsettling waves, completely concealed by the Divine and Ghost Invisibility.
And soon, a wave of dry air rapidly spread.
With a slight tremor in the space, it had turned into a vast desert of black sand stretching for miles.
