Just as Su Han was heading toward Qingmo City, the war had already begun.
Yaoguang Peak was as desolate and silent as ever, presenting a scene of complete dilapidation.
Lei Ming was instructing Ning Feifan. Though he was not as incisive as Su Han, his guidance from a high vantage point was still a great help to Ning Feifan. By now, Ning Feifan's realm was not only thoroughly stabilized, but his Taiyin Netherworld Sword Qi had also shown some success. A single slash from him was now as cold as ice and incomparably sharp.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Lei Ming's expression changed. He quickly moved Ning Feifan behind him and looked up toward a certain spot. Ripples spread through the empty space, and a moment later, a figure stepped out of the void.
"Old Ghost Qin?"
