Without even a clap of thunder, large raindrops began to fall, pattering densely on Wangxian Ridge.
The rising dust was immediately suppressed.
But the fires did not diminish; instead, they blazed even more fiercely!
It wasn't just Ye Yuanji; everyone from the Ye Race stared blankly at the young man standing between heaven and earth with his sword, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"Go!"
After a brief moment of shock, the Ye clansmen snapped back to their senses.
They had survived a catastrophe. If not to flee, what were they waiting for?
This man had slain even a being like the Wangxian Monarch. Who could possibly be his match? As the Wangxian Monarch crashed to the ground, the Sealing that enveloped the area shattered like a mirror, riddled with cracks!
BOOM!
In an instant, the surviving members of the Ye Race roared and shrieked, fleeing toward the outskirts of Wangxian Ridge.
"Haha, you think you can escape from me? All of you will stay!"
