Only two breaths later, his figure reappeared.
Qin Ming hadn't teleported very far; he arrived at the mountainous outskirts of the Demon Ancient Palace.
He found a spot and quietly hid himself.
After crouching for almost half a cup of tea time.
Swoosh!
A white dazzling streak shot out from the Demon Ancient Holy Hall, revealing the panic-stricken and disheveled figure of Ye Lingxiao from the Profound Celestial Sword Sect.
At this moment, he was severely injured, his face pale, and one of his arms was even missing.
Even though he had narrowly escaped with his life, he paid a hefty price and it could be said his Primordial Qi was severely depleted.
His cultivation realm even nearly plummeted.
"Damn it! What on earth is this Demon Ancient Holy Hall? There's actually a Void Refining Ghost here, and without even exploring thoroughly, the entire army is wiped out. How am I supposed to explain this to the Sect..."
