Outside the mountain valley.
A deathly silence prevailed.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at the figure shrouded in the silver flame, advancing step by step. Though his pace was slow, each step felt like it tread upon their hearts, sending chills down their spines to the extreme.
"Everyone, attack together!"
At this moment.
Liu Tianwei could hold back no longer and shouted loudly.
A sound of 'whoosh', 'whoosh', 'whoosh' echoed.
Then it was seen.
Figures swiftly burst forth from all directions.
These were all disciples of the Yin Ghost Sect. Knowing the might of Ye Qingchen, they dared not hold back in the slightest. Almost at this instant, they unleashed their strongest methods.
The grandeur of the scene was by no means inferior to the prior Night Parade of Hundred Demons and was even more terrifying by three measures.
"Humph!"
However.
Ye Qingchen did not even glance at them, grabbing with his right hand.
Whoosh!
