Zhao Mushen staggered into the mist at the edge of the plain, the sword wound across his chest a horrifying sight. His aura was weak, and he had clearly temporarily lost his right to compete. For the moment, only Wu Yao and Su Youwei, who had just finished their fierce battle, remained on the plain.
Su Youwei calmed the slightly turbulent aura within her, and her violet-blue sword turned into a streak of light and vanished into her body. She turned toward Wu Yao, about to speak, when Wu Yao raised her phoenix eyes slightly and looked toward the entrance on the other side of the plain. A cold curve lifted at the corner of her red lips.
"They're finally here..."
Almost as soon as Wu Yao's words fell, three sharp whistles of wind came rushing closer! In the next moment, three streaks of light tore through the mist and charged brazenly into this final battlefield!
The man in front wore black robes stained with blood, yet his posture stood as straight as a spear. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, and an immense fighting intent tempered through bloody battles, along with towering murderous energy, radiated from his body. It was Zhou Yuan! Behind him, Zuoqiu Qingyu's pretty face was somewhat pale, but her peach blossom eyes still shimmered with spirit. Li Qingchan's aura was icy, and spots of blood like plum blossoms stained her white robes, lending her an even more chilling air. The three had clearly fought battle after battle before reaching this place.
The moment Zhou Yuan landed, his gaze swept across the field like lightning and instantly locked onto that proud, peerless figure in red—Wu Yao! As their eyes met, invisible sparks seemed to burst through the air! When sworn enemies met, the stirring