Boom boom boom!
Within the ancient ruins, Xiao Ye was like a Killing God, holding an Emperor Weapon sword in his hand, his black hair swirling around, with four huge King Realms floating behind him, releasing terrifying fluctuations.
With a horizontal sweep of his sword, a majestic Sword Light took form, invincible, sweeping across the world, and blasting away all the Guardians in front of him.
Surrounded by more than a thousand King Martial Guardians, he forcibly blasted a path through them and escaped to safety.
"Whoo whoo!"
Little White, now reduced in size, saw Xiao Ye escape the encirclement and let out an excited chirping noise, then flew ahead.
Swoosh!
Xiao Ye, holding the Emperor Weapon and barely catching his breath, turned into a bolt of lightning, closely following behind Little White.
"Roar roar roar!"
Behind Xiao Ye, those Guardians who had been blasted away stood up from the ground and chased after Xiao Ye again.
