A vast and boundless expanse of bluegrass plains, from the depths of the plains there came a thunderous roar as a streak of silver light shot up into the sky, highly conspicuous.
Deep within the grasslands, Huo Tianxing stood high in the air, his face slightly pale, looking as if he had severely depleted his mana.
He had set up a Sword Formation and slain three Soul Transformation Cultivators, inflicting heavy injuries on Yin Hao.
A golden Escape Light flew over, and after a short while, the Escape Light stopped, revealing a tall young man in gold attire.
The young man in gold had several fine bloodstains on his body and his clothes were torn with several large holes, he appeared somewhat disheveled.
"Junior Brother Lin, are you alright?"
Huo Tianxing asked.
"I'm fine, but it's a pity about Junior Brother Liu and Taoist Friend Cha, they were slain by the Soul Transformation Cultivators of the Tianyuan Tribe. Elder Brother Huo, where is Yin Hao?"
The young man in gold asked.
