Mystique Capital.
The ancestral Tree Demon's split soul stood with his hands behind his back, looking down in contempt at the pale-faced Ancestor Lingmiao.
"A mere new entrant to the Void Break Realm doesn't even require my true form to appear. Just this split soul of mine is enough to suppress you," he said.
"Hmph!"
Ancestor Lingmiao snorted coldly and remained silent.
Ye Feng thought of the Grey Vine Goddess who had already descended upon the Misty Sect, his expression grew tense as he immediately took out a Teleportation Talisman.
The faint aura of space emanating from it was instantly detected by the ancestral Tree Demon's split soul, who then glanced over.
Their eyes met.
Ye Feng felt as if his consciousness was being devoured by the other's profound gaze, but in the next moment, he felt a warmth in his body and walked out of the negative state.
It seemed the fortune of the sect had lent him a hand!
"Eh!"
