Qin Yan spread his spiritual power downward, sensing the distribution of auras within Red Phoenix Valley. His brows rose slightly, and he let out a soft chuckle. "Interesting."
"What did you discover, Qin Yan?" Huang Jiuli asked.
Qin Yan did not beat around the bush. "I think we won't need to make a special trip to Penglai Island after this."
Within his spiritual perception, not only did Red Phoenix Valley below contain an immensely dense and domineering fire-element aura, but there was also an equally unfathomable water-element aura lying dormant within it.
One fire and one water, one crimson and one blue—two utterly opposing powers coexisted harmoniously within this valley in some strange manner.
The people of Penglai Island were also in Red Phoenix Valley. It seemed that these two top forces of the Eastern Region had long since joined hands, merely waiting for him to walk into their trap.
Huang Jiuli instantly understood what Qin Yan meant.
Without hesitation, she retreated into the distance, turning back to remind Qin Yan, "Be careful, Qin Yan."
With her current strength, she could still provide considerable help against a force like Jin Gang Temple.
But if Red Phoenix Valley and Penglai Island, two top sects, joined forces, remaining here would not only prevent her from helping Qin Yan—it would very likely make her a burden the enemy could use to restrain him.
Staying far away from the battlefield was the greatest help she could give Qin Yan.
Once Qin Yan sensed that Huang Jiuli had withdrawn beyond a safe distance, he no longer had any concerns.
Light flashed in his palm, and the Mo Yuan Spirit Weapon appeared steadily in his hand. A thousand patterns along the spear shaft lit up at once as yin and yang energy frantically intertwined around its