Cloud Mist Mountain Range, a fierce battle erupted.
In the midst of the chaotic battle, no cultivator along the way discovered Su Miaoyin's identity.
But due to the small-scale beast tide, many demon beasts were attracted, and some tribulation cultivators also targeted us, which was indeed the case.
As the battle concluded, three Foundation Establishment tribulation cultivators lay on the ground, unable to rest in peace.
They thought it would be easy, never expecting to hit a solid wall.
"Brother Lin, are you alright?"
As the battle ended, Yun Yao's gaze ignored the weak Su Miaoyin nearby and instead focused on Lin Chang'an.
From what she knew, although the Evil Essence Sword Formulas were powerful, the more frequently they were used, the more harm they caused to oneself.
Especially in the recent battle, the sword aura released by Lin Chang'an had begun to show a faint blood color.
Clearly, he had reached his physical limit.
"It's nothing, I can still hold on."
