Whoosh!
A white halo shot out from his body.
The other few black-clad powerhouses followed suit and handed over their Fire of Civilization.
The strength of Jiang Ye was terrifying.
At that moment.
"Whoosh!" A figure flew up from the ground.
This figure was ragged and covered in blood; it was none other than Yan Ya, who had just been defeated by Jiang Ye.
The life force of the Seventh Break was indeed truly astounding, even after suffering such severe injury, he recovered in a short time.
"Hmm?" Jiang Ye slightly furrowed his brows, his long spear sweeping across, pointing at Yan Ya.
"No!"
"I admit defeat." Yan Ya's face changed, hurriedly speaking.
Immediately.
He bit his lip, his figure trembled, and a white halo shot out from his body, dazzling and exuding a mysterious and vast aura.
The Fire of Civilization.
"I concede." Yan Ya sighed: "Little brother, you are indeed strong."
"I, Yan Ya, am impressed!"
This scene made the other black-clad powerhouses secretly sigh.
