Turning his head to look, Yan Chuan and Wang Zhengyi each flung a massive boulder weighing two or three thousand catties straight down—
My life is over!
Finally relieved!
Yang Yingxue closed her eyes, giving up resistance, her heart relaxed, as though Taishan was pressing down, yet she only felt a weight lift off her body, free from pressure.
However.
At this moment.
"Have you seen—"
"Snow drifting in the mortal world?"
A leisurely voice arose in the forest, the temperature seemingly plummeting by dozens of degrees, the voice arriving with the body, revealing four figures who flashed into sight, four people with four swords, stabbing lightly at the boulders hurled by Yan Chuan and Wang Zhengyi—
Slash! Slash! Slash!
