Second Island Master Yang Beng streaked through the sky like a meteor, pursuing Ye Zhen with all his might. Yet the chaotic cries of alarm below made him frown slightly, and he instinctively swept his gaze downward.
With just one glance, Yang Beng understood roughly what had happened!
Earlier, in order to blast Ye Zhen to death, he had launched an indiscriminate, all-encompassing bombardment at Ye Zhen's only two remaining figures, urging his bell-type soul artifact to fire ten streaks of purple flame!
The five streaks of purple flame aimed at Ye Zhen's phantom bodies went without saying. The problem lay with the other five streaks, which had failed to lock onto Ye Zhen's aura and had been evaded by him.
After two of them missed, they shot into the distant void.
In the end, those two streaks of purple flame would dissipate in the void. But the problem was that the other three, due to differing angles, had missed and blasted toward the ground!
One of them, judging by its trajectory, would strike near the great hall below. There were not only countless buildings there, but also a large number of Yin Yang Island's martial artists!
At that moment, having seen this, those martial artists cried out in alarm and took flight to flee for their lives!
First Island Master Yin Yi had also seen it, yet he could only cry out. There was simply no way for him to stop it!
There was too little time, and this purple flame was an attack launched by Second Island Master Yang Beng with his full strength through a low-grade soul artifact. Even with First Island Master Yin Yi's cultivation, it was impossible for him to block it!
After hesitating slightly, Yang Beng suddenly erupted with incomparably vast soul fluctuations. Three