Countless people tensed up.
No one could escape the decisive battle of the Dao.
This was a matter of life and death. Who could remain calm?
Han Muye lifted his head and his gaze met Dang Wuyou's, even though they were separated by thousands of miles. Their divine consciousness clashed in the void.
The sky and the earth shook and exploded.
Bai Yuming kept retreating. He felt that his palms were sweating so much that he could not hold his sword anymore.
He had faced many life and death situations in his cultivation, but he had never experienced such danger before.
He could imagine that if Han Muye and Dang Wuyou fought, the area for thousands of miles around them would become nothingness.
One was a swordsman who controlled the power of time and the other was a powerful puppet master representing the forces of the Heavenly Mystic and Immortal Spirit.
This battle…
"How's the preparation?" Han Muye's voice came through.
