Unfortunately, this ancient battlefield, specially arranged by Ren Feifan, is a special space, with a different aura from the outside world, Ye Chen's bloodline cannot exert energy, and comprehension cannot go deeper.
"Ah!"
While contemplating, Ye Chen's spirit was suddenly jolted awake by a miserable scream.
Chen Xuanyu was seen fleeing all the way, reaching the exit, intending to leave. But suddenly, a red-robed man appeared, with boundless killing intent surging at this moment. The red-robed man drew his blade, swiftly piercing Chen Xuanyu's heart.
This red-robed man was surrounded by strands of Asura Ghost Qi, with sharp and fierce features.
"Mo Xueming, it's you!"
Ye Chen's gaze shrank upon seeing the red-robed man; it was indeed Mo Xueming, seemingly an avatar, with an aura of mid-stage Holy Ancestor Realm.
"Hehe, Ye Chen, long time no see."
Mo Xueming withdrew the blade, Chen Xuanyu convulsed once, enveloped by a surge of blood essence, and instantly collapsed.
