No one knew what had happened at that moment. The next second, it seemed as if all the spiritual energy of the Netherworld was converging here!
The sunlight once again returned.
But the situation had suddenly changed.
The injured Netherworld Clan people and several Elders, who were lying on the ground, realized what had happened only to find themselves already far removed from the battlefield.
It was the same for Mo Liancheng, inexplicably having moved hundreds of meters away.
In front, only two remained.
The Demon Emperor, and the other was...
Qu Tan'er was suspended in the air, enshrouded in a faint purple mist, making her stunningly beautiful face seem less clear. However, the beauty that the situation exuded was even more mysterious and hazy.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, her cold Mou Hua hiding an alarming sharpness.
