Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
The speed of that Finger Light was too fast, disappearing in an instant.
At this moment, Zhou Yang was panting heavily, his face covered in a cold sweat.
His back was also icy, and his throat seemed to have been slit by a sharp sword, revealing a thin bloodstain.
That Finger Light had grazed his throat; if it had gone just a bit deeper...
Zhou Yang had no doubt that he would have been beheaded!
All around, everyone was silent as if time had frozen, clearly overwhelmed by the previous scene, unable to react.
"Is the gap... truly this vast..."
High in the air, when Zhou Yang came to his senses, he found his entire body drenched in sweat.
And the figures of Mo Wangchen and Mu Xi were already gone, leaving without a trace.
"Brother Mo, thank you..."
Walking within the Luoyue Immortal Palace, Mu Xi cupped his hands towards Mo Wangchen.
"Thank me for what?" Mo Wangchen asked, puzzled.
