Nan Ling and the other three exalted ones, upon hearing these three words, also trembled. However, they were very clear about their own strength and knew they had no qualifications to step onto the battlefield. Going there would only add to Beiting Huang's burden.
Yan Ye's lips were tightly pursed, and his purple eyes, brimming with Lightstream, now flashed with dark light, like the sky above the sea when a storm approaches, wild and dangerous.
His fists clenched tightly, the blue veins on his pale, jade-like hands bulging, clearly showing his current state of mind was far from calm.
The crowd on the ground, although unaware of what Ming's technique was, were astonished that it could harness the power of the stars, something they had never even dared to dream of. Feeling the overwhelming pressure descending upon them, everyone's expressions grew extremely solemn at that moment.
