The ancient city surrounded by the blood-colored forest suddenly fell silent, and all the sounds of fighting disappeared. Astonished gazes turned towards the city outskirts.
Xiao Ye had already abandoned the Spirit King Battle Armor, wearing an ordinary black robe, fluttering in the wind, his disheveled hair dancing, walking through the air towards the ancient city as if taking a leisurely stroll. The glow of the city bathed him in a layer of divine radiance, making him appear transcendent and extraordinary.
The hearts of all the strong in the city began to race wildly.
"Helping us seize the treasure?"
In the ancient city, Leng Ming, Feng Jingwu, Wan Kun, and Luo Jian, who were engaged in fierce combat with their opponents, were momentarily stunned.
"No, it's Xiao Ye!"
"Has this guy recovered from his injuries? He's actually driving us out, how tyrannical!"
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