Xiang Minghao also resolutely burned through all he had.
"Given an unworthy body to part with, I set my wandering spirit amongst the clouds."
No words were needed, the two sides that had just clashed now acted with tacit understanding!
The mastermind had finally failed to foresee this turn—there were too many variables for him to consider in tonight's battle. As Xiang Minghao approached, his body half-destroyed in a gust of fog, the mastermind instantly turned his blade, his gaze shifting from An Cang.
The blows struck by the Ye Que practitioners revealed a gulf apart from the grandmasters' just now; the mastermind had no room to maneuver, as the powerful sword wind was already upon him.
