Two broken white streaks crossed the bright sky, heading straight for Taihang!
Seraph was absolutely certain, it was two Martial Saints of Great Chu!
What do they want?!
"Good, very good..."
As Seraph's voice faded, Zhou Yun's eyes suddenly turned white.
Before he could react, his body tilted uncontrollably, about to be caught like a chick in Seraph's large hand.
Seraph erupted in an instant, securing himself with the just-breaking seven tiers, to preserve the day!
Boom!
In a flash of flowing ink shadow, someone arrived first to confront Seraph, thwarting his plans.
In an instant, ink-like waves surged wildly across Taihang Mountain.
Inside and outside the city, countless people were shocked. The entire Jin Land turned from day into night in a blink of an eye, with black and white ink painting heaven and earth; such scenes left everyone in awe.
The next moment, among the two figures approaching from high above, one accelerated suddenly.
