This event happened in the blink of an eye.
Just as He Beiyi's mind was consumed with fear, that dark cyan sword shadow suddenly turned its blade and slashed towards Yang Xuantian, not far away.
He Beiyi could only watch this scene unfold, powerless to do anything.
He knew well that if it weren't for Qi Chuan's mercy, he would be a dead man by now, with no right to intervene in the ensuing duel.
Not far away, Yang Xuantian was engaged in fierce magical combat with Feng Tan, striving to quickly defeat Feng Tan to gain a greater advantage in the duel.
However, at that moment, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the anomaly where He Beiyi was, and saw that dark cyan sword shadow piercing through the void, slashing towards him at tremendous speed, causing his face to immediately turn pale with shock.
"How is this possible?" Yang Xuantian found it hard to believe how this could be happening.
