This is their misfortune and also their luck.
The frog at the bottom of the well can see the vast skies, which is considered a kind of luck.
"It's over!"
At this moment, a gentle whisper resounded, seemingly drawing a period at the end of this magical combat.
The Spiritual Light surrounding Ma Buting became ever denser, his right palm fell like a knife, slowly descending, the terrifying blade light soared into the sky, turning silver-white, swallowing Zhang Fan's figure.
The air within a hundred meters began to freeze, frosty white, surging like tides.
"Huh!?"
At this moment, even Feng Ping'an at the outskirts of the old residential area noticed the sudden abnormal phenomenon.
The scorched earth trembled abruptly, he stopped his actions and moved aside from Lou Hechuan's figure, looking towards the direction of the Zhang Family's Old Mansion.
"The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance still can gather talents..." Feng Ping'an said solemnly.
