Underground of the Pocket World Blessed Land.
Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash intertwined with Platinum Sharpness, the Three-Colored Destruction Flame of Red Bright Tribulation Fire and Starlight Arc, each swing stirring up a bloody storm among the Life Ghost crowd.
Fang Qingyu's figure was like the eye of a tornado, wherever he passed, the Low Tier Life Ghosts fell in waves like harvested wheat.
Wei Banmeng stood near the entrance.
The cold eyes reflected the battlefield like a purgatory, brows slightly furrowed.
Jiang Wei stood quietly beside her, sucking on a lollipop, as if watching an ordinary fireworks show.
"Time's about up." Wei Banmeng's voice pierced through the screams of Life Ghosts and the noise of energy explosions, clearly reaching Fang Qingyu's ears, "Time to retreat."
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu suddenly retracted his sword momentum.
