The crowd stared in astonishment at Xiao Yi.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yi's cold eyes remained fixed on the distance, extremely cautious.
After a while, with no abnormal movements, Xiao Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His fingers gently released their hold on the Universe Ring.
Since the moment the middle-aged man appeared, he had held onto his Universe Ring.
One thought was enough to summon the Eight Dragons Burning Fire Furnace.
His weary spirit had long connected with the Ice Phoenix Sword Soul within him.
With a single thought, he could instantly trigger the Martial Soul.
"Phew." Xiao Yi let out a breath of foul air.
As his mind relaxed, a sudden sensation of dizziness overwhelmed him.
Accompanied by intense bodily pain and numbness.
His vision darkened, and he directly fainted.
"Deacon Xiao Yi."
"Brother Xiao Yi."
"..."
The crowd quickly reacted, exclaiming loudly.
…
It was unknown how much time had passed before Xiao Yi gradually awoke.
