Xin Qianyue didn't have much time to figure out how Jing Yan achieved it.
The six Ghost Pattern Beasts had already pounced from behind her; these beasts had been forged and refined, long losing their autonomous consciousness, so they knew nothing of fear. They had only one goal: to kill the human cultivators in the secret realm.
Xin Qianyue quickly turned around, preparing to dodge the impact of the Ghost Pattern Beasts.
Jing Yan gave Xin Qianyue a smile, then his figure moved. The space in front of him seemed to crack open, and his body vanished into the crack, reappearing ahead.
Jing Yan directly rushed into the midst of the six Ghost Pattern Beasts, holding the Ice Flame Sword, with the sword light flashing, the longsword's blade piercing into the beasts' bodies.
The attacks of these Ghost Pattern Beasts couldn't shake Jing Yan's Ancient Tree Inheritance, at most only forcing him back a few steps.
