Yao Wenxuan was about to be engulfed.
The next moment, a skinny old Taoist shadow emerged from behind Yao Wenxuan, waving his sleeve in the face of the pressure that filled the sky.
An silent collision occurred, there seemed to be no sound at all, but everyone felt a roaring in their minds!
"I'll remember you!"
The smoke skull head gradually faded away, and the Great Hall completely shattered.
The mana of the crowd surged and they weren't buried alive. The surrounding ruins automatically fell in other directions.
At this moment, including Wang Zijia, the five of them were looking at Yao Wenxuan in silence.
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Yao Wenxuan's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He was being targeted after dealing with a crowd of people and only taking one Corpse. Why did the trouble land on him?
Neither his momentum, appearance, nor cultivation were the most eye-catching!
