As they silently watched the Central Continent cultivators battle the Mutated Demonic Ghost Vine, Tan Yueqing and Yuan Xi, who had lain in ambush for a long time, struck at the very moment the Central Continent cultivators were exhausted.
The spiritual radiance of the Water Moon Mirror Flower Sword and the Eight-Revolving Exquisite Umbrella streaked through the air at the same time.
Both wanted a swift battle and a swift victory, immediately unleashing their strongest moves.
Bei Chenzhu, separated from them by several walls, had only just dealt with the Demonic Plant that had ambushed him from behind when he belatedly noticed that the spatial collapse had stopped. Just as he was about to voice his confusion, a series of explosions reached his ears.
His scalp tightened abruptly. He asked the Eastern Continent cultivator beside him, "Did you hear anything?"
"A sound?" The Eastern Continent cultivator's hearing was not as keen as Bei Chenzhu's, and for a moment, he failed to understand what Bei Chenzhu meant. Instead, he asked in confusion, "Isn't everything around us making noise?"
Walls collapsing, demonic beasts roaring, Demonic Plants and demonic beasts tearing into each other... everything really was noise.
Bei Chenzhu was infuriated enough to choke.
Before he could ask again, explosions accompanied by surging spiritual energy smashed through several walls in succession, and the aftershock of the attacks spread all the way to where they stood.
Bei Chenzhu opened his fan, just about to defend himself, when a black shadow came crashing toward him. Its aura carried a trace of familiarity.
"Changjun!" Bei Chenzhu cried out softly. He had already recognized the person as his companion and was about to catch her when two sword edges carrying a cold gleam emerged from the mist before him.
Bei Chenzhu's expression changed sharply as he