The snow-white folding fan covered the sky, and the entire space seemed to freeze in place.
"This is..." Li Qingquan resisted the pressure, strained to lift his head, and murmured under his breath.
"Kill them!"
A white figure, followed by numerous experts from all realms, descended from the sky. They were seething with killing intent, and the aura of each person surpassed that of a Quasi-Saint.
"Look, it's Lord Leng!" Suddenly, a cultivator who had closed his eyes awaiting death pointed at the white-robed Leng Binghan with a face full of surprise and shouted.
"It really is Lord Leng. We are saved, we are saved!" Everyone looked up full of hope, shaking with excitement.
It turned out that just when Zhen Jia led more than a hundred people to encounter Li Qingming and others, Leng Binghan had just walked more than forty miles away.
