Yang–Yin Sect
Mu Feixu and Qin Mu, who were about to attack, suddenly froze. Cold sweat dripped down their foreheads as an immense pressure—heavier than a mountain—descended upon them making them difficult to remain in the smy. Their bodies trembled, and they almost fell from the sky under the weight. Gritting their teeth, they looked up and saw a young woman floating above them, her expression emotionless and her eyes radiating pure killing intent.
Mu Feixu and Qin Mu immediately used their spiritual sense to gauge her cultivation, and their expressions turned grim when they sensed it which was way higher than theirs.
"Heavens… another Pure Core Realm cultivator? Do they want to completely destroy our sect? Even last time, the ones who attacked us weren't this powerful. How on earth does the Black Church have such strong cultivators?" Mu Feixu cried inwardly, her heart sinking.
