Warm sunlight shone down but for some reason, the square made of spirit ores did not feel warm at all. Instead, it was abnormally cold.
At this moment, the atmosphere here became strange and quiet.
A powerhouse beside Feng Xiang suddenly narrowed his eyes and secretly transmitted his voice, 'Elder Feng Xiang, will this really be okay?' He looked at Ou Yangming, his face full of worry.
He had great confidence in Feng Xiang, but his confidence in Ou Yangming... Was very little.
'Don't worry—let's just watch,' Feng Xiang replied with a voice transmission. A faint smirk of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth.
How could a powerhouse who could absorb all the attacks from Long Xiao, who was a dragon powerhouse, be a useless person? It would not be an exaggeration to say that Ou Yangming was a fierce tiger. No, that would even be an understatement.
