BOOM!
The moment Ye Wushuang's body vanished through the Divine Temple's gates, the illusion in the sky disappeared, and the Phantom Warriors were annihilated along with it.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The survivors furiously attacked the Divine Temple, venting their pent-up emotions. 'Some peerless opportunity? It was just a scheme to possess our bodies! If we had rushed in, we would have been dead for sure!'
"Wushuang!" Qiu Mo's expression changed. His black spear shot toward the Divine Temple's gates in an attempt to force them open, but a yellow curtain of light suddenly appeared and sent him flying back.
"Hahaha, serves you right! Good riddance, Ye Wushuang!" Seeing this, Bai Han sneered, his gaze turning vicious as he stared at Qiu Mo. "Since you want to help Ye Wushuang, we'll send you off on your way."
With that, Bai Han brandished his Spirit Sword and slashed through the air toward Qiu Mo. Streaks of sword radiance coiled around him, descending from the sky.
