BOOM!
A cloud of dust billowed out, instantly obscuring everyone's vision. It felt as if their very hearts trembled along with the violently shaking earth.
Before the dust had even begun to settle.
Wen Qingye landed lightly on the ground. He walked in front of Tu Bai and Sima Feng, his eyes fixed on Qing Yue and Qing Yun in the distance. A sliver of shattering killing intent emerged from his gaze.
"An incense stick's time has passed. Leave the rest to me."
Wen Qingye's words were firm and resolute, echoing across the vast, desolate ruins.
Upon hearing Wen Qingye's words, Tu Bai and Sima Feng both let out a small sigh of relief. An instant later, a wave of overwhelming exhaustion washed over them. They exchanged a smile, then felt their eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
The killing intent in Wen Qingye's eyes was now completely undisguised, so potent it felt as if it could pierce through heaven and earth.
