The crowd upon hearing this, retreated another nearly two hundred meters in unison.
Yi Chen watched the misty pink fog rising from Yang Manor, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, with no one knowing what he was thinking.
After tumbling through the air several times, the fog still couldn't break free from Yang Manor's confines, as if it had finally given up and suddenly pulled back towards the center before seeping back into the ground.
By this time, the day had already brightened, and the situation within Yang Manor once again became visible to everyone.
All of their pupils involuntarily constricted.
In the daylight, they saw Yang Yuyan, dressed in white, startlingly appear at the breach in the wall of Yang Manor, now unharmed, with her altered legion standing behind her, lined up in a neat row.
