Yan Ye, upon seeing those inscrutable inscriptions that resembled ancient texts, his purple pupil deepened in color, as if the sky before a storm, with faint bolts of lightning streaking across, a dangerous aura slowly rising from him.
The Ming Sea Divine Turtle cast a pitying glance towards Beiting Huang in the sky, her divine-level magical beast's illusion forming an intricate battle armor soaked in blood-red hues, with nine fiery red fox tails fluttering behind her, setting her off like the Flame Goddess who had stepped through time and space, and his voice, raspy as if ground from sand and gravel, echoed between heaven and earth:
"Beiming—Gale Slash!"
