The force of a single sword had been forcibly blocked by the combined efforts of four!
The sword qi scattering across the sky stirred up raging winds, sending dust dancing wildly across the battlefield and causing visibility to plummet.
Han Feng stood silently in the air, his gaze suddenly turning icy as he fixed his eyes on the black-robed figure that had just torn through space and stood suspended in the void.
Hun Miesheng.
The master of the Soul Hall!
At such a critical moment, he had actually appeared openly—and he had come to aid these aberrant ferocious beasts invading human territory!
"Hun Miesheng."
Han Feng's voice was clear and cold, devoid of emotion, yet like a frigid wind from the depths of hell, carrying bone-piercing chill as it rang distinctly through every corner of heaven and earth.
"Is your Soul Hall going to become traitors to humanity today?"
"Ferocious beasts are slaughtering humans, and you came to join in the fun?"
The moment those words fell, the entire battlefield fell deathly silent!
Whether it was the battlefield of Saints locked in fierce combat high in the sky or the beast tide front below, where blood flowed like rivers, every battle came to an eerie halt at that instant.
Medicine Elder, Fire Cloud Ancestor, Azure Fairy... every human expert turned their heads, their gazes as cold as blades as they locked firmly onto that arrogant black-robed figure!
Faced with Han Feng's stern questioning and the condemnation of all, Hun Miesheng's black robes flapped in the gale. His face beneath the hood remained cold and indifferent, his eyes filled with disdain and arrogance.
As though he had not heard Han Feng at all, he swept a glance over the heavily battered remnants of the Soul Hall below with the eyes of