Feeling the lingering battle intent.
Feng Yi waved his hand, spiritual power returning to its source, gathering the traces of battle intent, and suddenly erupted.
Suddenly.
In his eyes, he saw a sword light faintly rushing to the sky, and then a sword in the air, accurately falling, the trajectory faint, almost indistinct.
But it was the true record of the exchange between Yemo and Yu Zhongge restored for a split second by his Divine Skill and Divine Sense.
The sword light disappeared, killing aura far-retreated.
Feng Yi abruptly raised his head, accurately seeing the direction Yemo escaped, and his body stretched, soaring up like a Demon God, crossed the rain curtain, emerging silently like a black light.
With a slight feeling of regret.
It's a pity for the never-ending autumn rain, which washes away too many traces. If this rain hadn't been here, my tracking would have been foolproof.
But now it's still okay. Comparing my cultivation with Yemo's, I should still have time.
