In an instant, this world fell into a hushed silence, as if one could truly hear a pin drop.
Within the camp of the Hundred Sects, countless new disciples were gasping for breath. They had never witnessed such a scene before, all nerves strung tight, hands gripping their weapons to the point of turning pale.
Even Ye Xiaofan slowly summoned the Luoyu Sword, swallowed hard, and to say he wasn't scared would be a lie. However, he focused more on calming himself down as much as possible.
On the other hand, those proud sons and daughters of the Demon Sect, although some appeared nervous, were much more composed compared to Ye Xiaofan and the other new disciples. Clearly, these people had already been through over a year of battle baptism, having long shed that fear in their hearts.
However, the senior brothers and sisters of the Hundred Sects were equally unfazed, their eyes filled with killing intent.
