Uncertain whether it was Ji Jingqiu or another reason, that mist of time was dissipating at a slow pace.
"Taoist Friend Ji, it seems you haven't been swept up in the Killing Tribulation?" Qu Chengyang politely said with hands cupped.
In the recent battle, he exerted not too much effort, feeling he could exchange a few words — hmm, mainly because he had just ascended to Heavenly Monarch, his foundation was unstable, and his Heaven Opening Divine Power of creation level was easily suppressed by the opponent's wave of the hand.
Ji Jingqiu ignored Qu Chengyang.
As for the three, Jiang Wanjing and the others, who chose to flee deeper into the dojo, it was like catching turtles in a jar; he didn't pay much attention to them but instead turned to look behind him.
Upon entering the mist of time, battling one-on-one across this battlefield, the mist began to dissipate.
And under the wear of Bitter Sea's power, the speed of dissipation became even faster.
