Bang!
It was like the sky split open.
Everyone felt that the entire small world was shaken by this force. How did the battle end?
Finally, a figure descended from the sky, appearing before everyone covered in wounds.
"Ancestor Xuan Ye!"
"Ancestor!"
Those around all gathered, very worried about Dugu Xuanye's condition.
The recent battle was such that no one dared to intervene, and anyone who attempted would surely die. Now that the battle was over, fortunately, Dugu Xuanye survived. Otherwise, it would have been no less than the sky collapsing for everyone.
"I'm fine." Xuan Ye coughed, his face somewhat pale, even his body hunched over slightly, looking a bit dispirited.
A life-and-death battle nearly cost him his life.
"That clansman has already been killed by me. He had completely become a tool for the Heavenly Palace's slaughter and could not be left alive," said Dugu Xuanye.
