In the hazy light, the scene of the Divine Wood Sky Covering Banyan Tree Sea appeared once again before their eyes, blooming amidst the middle atmospheric layer, granting a feeling of boundless liberation to the mind and spirit.
"Tianji..."
Jiang Ding's gaze was icy cold, yet it held no intent to kill.
Moreover, the coldness quickly subsided, his expression returned to normal as if it were not he who had just had his path severed, but someone else entirely.
"Ah?"
Jin Lingfeng's small hand waved in front of his eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"I thought you had fallen into a bloodthirsty frenzy again—they all ran off quite a distance."
An Siyan adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, completely puzzled.
Around them, Immortal Gulin, Ouyang Hui, Liu Xiong, and others who were closest were kilometers apart, they returned with a sheepish smile upon hearing him.
"How could that be?"
