Misty Mountain, beside the Wu Dao Sect Mountain Gate.
Ye Luo and others were on high alert, their gazes firmly fixed on Baize in front of them.
At this moment, the Baize standing before them was godlike and demonic, its eyes covered with golden light, enveloped by raging winds, thunder clouds rolling above its head, with the ethereal shadow of the divine beast Baize emerging behind it.
An aura of ancient extremity permeated the air.
This aura alone gave Ye Luo and the rest a sense of an indomitable presence.
A thought arose in their hearts.
Should they engage in combat, they would be easily erased.
Whirring sounds...
Ye Luo and the others had no time for extended thought, as the Spiritual Treasures they carried felt their masters' plights and took flight autonomously, shining their light to envelop the four, attempting to resist the ancient aura emanating from Baize.
