Yue Wange looked at the two supreme beings of the Human Race blocking her way, her expression changed instantly, a mix of shock and anger:
"Feng Qingyi! Sun-Eroding Cry! Does the Human Race intend to go to war with my Star Moon Ancient Clan?!"
The face of Sun-Eroding Cry, shrouded in shadow, showed no expression, only a voice as calm as a rippleless surface echoed:
"If you wish to fight, then fight."
Beside him, Feng Qingyi's expression turned cold and did not speak. Instead, she stepped forward half a step, her vast immortal authority spreading, faintly connecting with the aura of Sun-Eroding Cry, completely blocking Yue Wange's path, clearly aligned in stance.
Under the starry sky, the standoff among the three Ancestral Realm existences made this moment in time seem completely frozen.
Yue Wange's fingers trembled slightly, her eyes filled with a murderous intent that was almost uncontrollable.
"Enough."
A sound transmission echoed, originating from her brother, Xing Yan.
