At this moment, the battle between Leng Yuning and Die Luosha seemed to be gradually dying down.
It wasn't that the grudge between the two had been resolved, but that the momentum of their fight had been completely suppressed by the battle between Red Moon and Mie Xing.
To the point that the clash of two Dao Saints had actually been reduced to mere background.
It wasn't that the two of them weren't strong enough; in terms of intensity, the sharpness of the exchanges between these two peerlessly beautiful female Dao Saints was actually not much inferior to the other side at all.
It was just that, in terms of momentum, the two sides simply weren't on the same Grade.
Above the firmament, Mie Xing Dao Saint was facing off against a single blade.
Behind one side was endless gray, hazy mist, and within that grayness lurked a great terror that made everyone's hearts tremble and souls quake.
