"How dare you, young ones!!"
Zhenyang looked up, and to his surprise, Qiu Zhihe, Su Hongling, and Ye Xiyue had combined their Spiritual Power into a single force, all converging at the tip of a long sword made of Red Flame and Frost held by Qiu Zhihe!
Zhenyang's rotting eye sockets contracted sharply.
"Black Moon?! "
Suddenly, a picture long forgotten appeared in his mind.
"Husband, yesterday I suddenly thought of an interesting move, do you want to see it?"
"You have a new move again, my wife, quickly demonstrate it!"
"Husband, watch closely."
A spirited woman in a red dress, with long hair tied into a single ponytail, effortlessly twirled a beautiful sword flower, the tip of her sword pointing to the sky.
Soon, a highly condensed light appeared at the tip of the sword. Although it was just a speck of light, it drew in all the surrounding Spiritual Energy.
