Troublesome

Seeing his opponent turn from dust to dust, directly reduced to ash, Yang Lan could not help pursing her lips, her expression becoming even more reverent.

The man before her looked fairly young, yet he was a supreme expert... He was even on the same level as Senior Jin Xuanzi... she guessed inwardly.

She had not even seen how he had attacked just now.

"We need to speed things up."

At that moment, Jiang Yan suddenly turned his head toward the depths of the hills beside them. Feeling the increasingly violent Yuanji fluctuations there, he let out a laugh:

"If we don't deal with things here quickly, they probably won't be able to hold out over there."

Yang Lan understood Jiang Yan's thoughts very well and took the initiative to introduce him:

"That is Senior Jin Xuanzi, from the Jingyang Family."

The Jingyang Family? She had never heard of it... But that man's situation truly did not look good... Jiang Yan nodded, raising his hand as he said to Yang Lan:

"Prepare yourself."

Yang Lan had just agreed when she felt an extremely weighty suppressive force descending from the vast sky, completely enveloping the area.

At the same time, she clearly saw the phantom of a small yet heavy hill slowly rotating in Jiang Yan's palm.

With every rotation, Yang Lan felt the suppressive force grow several times stronger.

Before long, her body became rigid. She could not move at all, as if she had become a lifeless statue without the slightest aura of life.

At the same time, the battlefield that had been roaring with slaughter suddenly fell silent. Everyone became insects trapped in amber.

Their expressions—some fierce, some savage, some despairing—appeared vividly lifelike.

Thud! Thud!

Suddenly, Yang Lan heard a rather muffled sound beside her ear. As the