Swish! Swish!
A shadowy figure floated by from the mountain peak on the left. He was holding onto an ordinary-looking martial artist who had both his legs broken. That martial artist was still unconscious. The shadowy figure's speed was very fast; even a group of Heaven Emanations could not see his face clearly. As there was black fog appearing everywhere, not many people bothered to pay attention to him either.
"It is indeed Lord Mo Shangxing!"
Xiao Leng saw this figure and was energized. With him around, there was hope for Jiang Yi. He gestured furiously at the few Heaven Emanations near him, shouting, "Retreat, retreat! If not, we will all be demonized!"
"Enter my spatial divine item! You guys will not be able to outrun it!"
