The black-robed pseudo-god let out a surprised cry, causing those who had already succumbed to despair like Ancient Yi to subconsciously open their eyes and look up at the sky.
Then, the faces of Ancient Yi and the others showed an expression of shock.
In the sky, they saw the descending Evil Qi hand dissipating at a visibly fast pace.
When the hand was less than a yard away from reaching them, it transformed into a gust of wind formed by condensed Evil Qi, gently brushing past them.
Ancient Yi's hair was slightly disheveled by the breeze.
But suddenly, he found this scene oddly amusing.
They were bracing for death, yet unexpectedly, the enemy's attack turned into a mere breeze, not even strong enough to tickle them.
Ancient Yi was well aware of the reason for this scene before him.
It was definitely because Qin An and the others had completely destroyed the other half of the ancient battlefield's core.
