It was in that moment.
"Coming... It's coming. My aunt is coming," Zhao Lingxi whispered, moving a bit closer to Su Chen.
And then that moment.
BOOM!!!
The space centered around Su Chen.
It was as if it exploded completely.
Even the air seemed like it was about to ignite.
In the vast, endless void, real space, and absolute space, it was as if thousands of sharp knives suddenly appeared, cutting, stirring, fiercely disrupting.
Su Chen, Shen Yiyao, Zhao Lingxi were alright since their strength was strong enough.
But the surrounding onlookers, those swordsmen, at least seventy to eighty percent of them, were instantly seriously injured at that moment, their internal organs about to be crushed, vomiting blood, blown away, a scene of misery.
"Zhao Lingxi, why aren't you coming over?"
In an instant.
Two figures appeared before them.
One was a middle-aged woman, clothed in a light cyan plain dress, with a pleasant face, yet exuding a rigid and icy aura.
