Three cultivators whose strength far surpassed those of the Seventh Realm had made massive moves within a ravaged small secret realm; if it weren't for the arrays Wan Tinggui deployed striving to stabilize the secret realm, the people within it would either have been flung into the void turbulence or directly thrown back to the main battlefield.
Surrounded by a dazzling halo as if a goddess had descended to the mortal world, the clear flute sound lingered endlessly without a hint of impurity, and the invisible waves of sound formed a peculiar domain around Liang Yi and the impostor Su Youyi.
The impostor ghost was no fool; naturally, she understood that being within this domain was extremely unfavorable to her.
