Spiritual energy surged like a tide, battle intent sharp like a knife.
Six figures crisscrossed each other, sometimes separating, sometimes merging, fiercely battling within the dense fog.
The spiritual artifacts clashing in the air repeatedly emitted "zheng zheng" sounds that echoed for miles, with a stunning and impressive momentum that shook the soul.
Within a thirty-zhang radius centered around the six silhouettes, the area had long been flattened by the scattered spiritual energy; six pressures enveloped all directions, making it difficult for martial artists below the Golden Core Realm to approach.
He Wujie and Fang Bai appeared on a mountaintop a kilometer away from the battlefield, observing the six people in combat from a distance.
