The battle here was earth-shattering. A casual strike from a Paragon expert could easily flatten a mountain. That astonishing power erupted wantonly.
A trace of excitement flashed across Ye Qiu's eyes as he felt the power from the Paragon. During this period of time, the opponents he had encountered had never made him feel the pressure multiply.
The two people in front of him could be said to be worthy of being supreme beings.
Ye Qiu entered the battlefield alone after entering the void. He saw a white-clothed woman standing in the sky above the Heavenly Abyss.
Her fair and slender fingers moved slightly, and in an instant, a powerful force slapped over, turning the wasteland into ruins. She was like the Goddess of the Nine Heavens, holy and inviolable. She had the aura of a king.
Staring at her, Ye Qiu couldn't help but think of that poem. There was a beauty in the north, peerless and independent.
