"Kill him!" Han Yan said in a deep voice, raising the Cold Sky Sword once more.
"Alas!" Jiang Qiling also noticed this, sighed softly, and tightly gripped the sword hilt.
"Nine Heavens..."
"Xuantian..."
Han Yan and Jiang Qiling both pushed their cultivation techniques to the limit, continuously condensing their Qi.
They both knew clearly, they only had one chance to strike. If this sword could not defeat Qiu Ye, could not kill him or completely strip him of combat power, they were surely doomed.
The atmosphere became extremely heavy.
"Hahaha, how delusional you are. We have already torn open the spatial barrier, borrowing the Heaven and Earth Power of the Divine Continent, and yet you think you can compete with us with the strength limited by the law? Dream on!" Qiu Ye laughed out loud and said wildly.
"Ah..." Just as his laughter hadn't finished, suddenly, Qiu Yuan let out a piercing scream, and his chanting abruptly stopped.
