Qin Ming's heart kept sinking; he was a bit worried about Li Qingyue, Wu Yaizu, and others. He originally thought they could protect themselves, but now it seemed uncertain.
In the night sky, blood-stained yellow leaves floated down. He felt the chill of this late autumn was very intense, with death everywhere. Some familiar faces he might never see again.
Soon after, his pupils contracted as he saw Chu Pianran, who had resurrected from the ancient Immortal Temple, her sword qi traversing, slaying an old demon of the Fourth Realm mixed in the demon ranks.
Qin Ming's heart was quite unsettled; this woman was indeed incredibly formidable.
At the same time, he also realized that some old guys wanted to strangle the seeds of the opposing camp. The atmosphere in the entire region made people feel intensely uneasy.
Qin Ming moved away, quickly changing out of his blood-stained white clothes, and becoming much more low-key.
