Huangfu qingjue's expression was also grave. He had also seen through this. His fingers that were tightly gripping the bowstring did not loosen for a long time. This was the last setting sun divine demon arrow. Even if it was incomplete, it was still their best chance.
Huangfu qingjue gritted his teeth and continued to fly toward the spiritual Qi storm.
"Qingjue!" Ling Chuxi guessed Huangfu qingjue's thoughts and her entire body trembled.
With this Broken Arrow, there was only one way to disperse the spirit Qi storm, and that was to get infinitely close to the spirit Qi storm. The closer the distance, the stronger the power, and the higher the hope of success. But in this way, the danger he faced would also increase exponentially.
Huangfu qingjue continued to fly upwards. As the wind blew, his long hair fluttered like the Milky Way. His expression was unusually cold, and there was a hint of pain on his face.
