Surrounding were numerous Xianbei, densely packed, with immortals' Qi billowing and beams of divine light transforming into one celestial shadow after another, layered upon layers, stretching out far and wide. At a glance, it seemed as if countless Immortals were encircling this place, watching this great battle. In the midst of these many celestial shadows stood Fang Xing and the Nine-headed Worm, confronting each other from afar—one wielding a saber, enwrapped by a mystical dragon, the other with a black lotus above his head, hands forming seals, with gusts of wind rising at any moment and divine skills and saber light intertwining in brilliance…
Due to the barrier of the Xianbei, others at this time could only vaguely see the shadow of that battle; it wasn't clear. Moreover, with their strength, they couldn't break through the Xianbei to watch the battle or lend a hand; they could only wait outside, both anxious and frightened!
This battle was truly terrifying!
