Ye Qingchen stood atop the mountain peak, black hair fluttering in the wind, eyes filled with divine light, his long coat billowing. The overwhelming star power surged around him, like a pillar supporting the heavens and earth.
"Ye Qingchen..."
Qin Wentian stood in the distance, his eyes in a daze, as if he had returned to the day when Mu Shanhe led the demon army to besiege Taotian Palace. In that battle, Ye Qingchen, with his own strength, alone with a sword, forcibly blocked the invasion of the demon army.
And now.
Can he resist the people of Black Abyss City again?
Qin Wentian did not know.
And at this moment.
The war had already begun!
It is known.
All those present were well-known powerhouses within Black Abyss City. They had either traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, had notorious reputations, or were dominant figures. How could they retreat because of a few words from Ye Qingchen?
On the contrary.
