Donglong Island.
Two of the Qi Family's Foundation Establishment cultivators had fallen, and the Soul Gold had been destroyed.
However, many of their Qi Refining cultivators were still running rampant on the island.
Clad in a black robe, Su Ye stood upon the wind, transforming into a dark blue Escape Light as he sped through the air.
"Run! It's the Luo Family's Foundation Establishment cultivator!"
"The Second and Third Ancestors both fell at his hands!"
He looked down at the Qi Family cultivators fleeing in panic below.
A slight smile touched Su Ye's lips. The Liquid Magical Power in his body surged, and with a flick of his finger...
SWOOSH!
Blizzard!
A storm of hail and snow, spanning hundreds of feet, instantly materialized and enveloped the dozens of Qi Family cultivators below!
The frosty winds swept through.
