Sheng Nian raised his saber hand slightly, then gave it a sharp flick.
The fathomless darkness on the blade swiftly faded, leaving it plain once more.
He caught his breath, then turned his gaze toward Song Yan and Yang Wenxuan's distant duel.
After watching for only a few moments, he narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly.
"You were right. This Dharma Body really does suit him."
The Dharma Body fought with broad, sweeping movements, driving Yang Wenxuan steadily back.
By now, Yang Wenxuan's hair hung loose, and he looked like a madman. His presence surged and ebbed, beginning to grow unstable.
The backlash from forcibly raising his cultivation realm began to show. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were crimson.
For some reason, however, Old Devil Xie did not respond. Only after a while did he grunt in acknowledgment.
Sheng Nian had no intention of stepping in to help.
For one thing, he knew Song Yan seemed to have a grudge against this Yang Wenxuan. It was better to let him handle it himself.
For another, he still had something of his own to do.
He casually picked up the Formation Disk left on the ground after He Yiming's corpse vanished, then flew into the sky.
His Divine Sense spread out, searching for Zhou Mengdie among the chaotic troops.
Soon, his gaze settled on a spot at the edge of a Drill Ground.
Zhou Mengdie was wearing an ill-fitting suit of armor that encased her petite frame with "room to spare."
The slightest movement made it rattle and clank, all empty space inside.
Zhou Zixiu did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Girl, what are you wearing that for?"
"To protect myself, of course!"
"Oh, what good will that do!? Tch, silly girl."
Qin