It looked like the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation.
Golden Howl, who had suffered a loss earlier, did not charge forward. Instead, he turned around and left.
If Golden Howl had rushed over, Gongsun Shu, Lu Yuzhou, and many alchemists would have died.
"This beast has gone to Heavenly Mystic. I wonder if anyone can stop him…" Lu Yuzhou looked in the direction where Golden Howl left and whispered.
Anyone?
There was.
A ray of sword light, carrying wind and thunder, approached from afar. It traveled thousands of miles in one breath and chased after Golden Howl.
Lu Yuzhou let out a strange cry. "Oh my, my brother…"
Beside him, Yunduan shuddered and covered her mouth with her hand.
Gongsun Shu gripped the sword in his hand tightly and wanted to chase after him. However, his face turned red and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Han Muye.
Who else could it be but Han Muye?
