The young generation surged forward, their killing intent washing over the area layer upon layer, like tides crashing onto the shore. They knew that if they missed this night, the difficulty of fighting the sacred body would drastically increase.
The sacred body had just been formed and was not yet stable. Many saw this. If he were allowed to continue breaking through, few from the young generation would dare to challenge him.
The moon was bright, like a large silver disc hanging in the night sky. It cast a soft brilliance, as if covering the divine city with a thin veil, pure white and hazy.
Ye Fan stood in the void. Among the many young powerhouses ahead, most were unfamiliar to him, but he focused most on the Golden-winged Roc King and Xia Jiuyou.
The two were top figures among the younger generation. They had crossed paths with Ye Fan several times and were destined for a major battle. Now, they finally met again.
