Knife and sword shadows danced in the thin mist and poisonous miasma.
The woman in the white dress seemed to have no reservations, and after she drew her sword, she was like a war god descending to the world, ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for reprieve.
Endless sword qi, wrapped in murderous intent, permeated the heavens and earth.
Sun Zhe hid behind a giant rock, shivering involuntarily as he watched the sword qi cleaving the ground into deep chasms. His expression gradually became solemn.
He thought to himself that if it were him up there, he would be defeated in one stroke.
Thinking about it, he wiped his sweat subtly and asked in his heart: "Sister Long, this seems completely out of my league, do you think I can persuade them not to fight?"
Little Dragon Girl did not speak, she was just using Divine Sense to observe the woman in the white dress.
In just a few moments.
That group of Outer World Cultivators was either killed or fled.
