"Sizzle!" With a sound like cold water poured into a wok of hot oil, the crystal thread fused into the space between Zhang Yuhe's brows, sending ripples spreading outward. A rare expression of pain appeared on Zhang Yuhe's face!
"Wuuuu~~~ Wuuuu~~~~" The two light spheres began spinning once more. The humming sound rose from faint to thunderous, and the entire space again surged with incomparably fierce sword light!
By then, Xiao Hua had already flown to the edge of the Fan Jin Great Formation. Seeing that Zhang Yuhe had not pursued him, he was delighted. He urged the Nascent Soul hand to grab forward, and the silver radiance tore apart like ripped white cloth, opening a tiny crack. Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Hua put away the talisman and drilled straight through the fissure, intending to escape into the open world...
Just then, a tremendous tiger roar erupted from Zhang Yuhe's direction. Its sound shook the four wilds, drowning out even the sword hums from the light spheres!
"Oh? There really was someone else!" Xiao Hua froze slightly and immediately recalled how the silver tiger had previously tried to transform into a rainbow. This must have been the work of some Duojin Mountain disciple within the Fan Jin Great Formation. Still, that disciple had truly been able to endure, only making a real move at this very moment.
Yet when Xiao Hua swept out with his divine sense, although he had already formed some guesses, he was still left dumbstruck when he saw that person!
Because this person was none other than Yu Tong!
The Yu Tong whom Yu Qingtian, Xiao Hua, and even Zhang Yuhe had all believed had already been refined into a [***] Yang spirit!
At this moment, Yu Tong stood atop the crimson light sphere. A