Zhiyan stood leisurely, a devilish smirk curling at the corner of her lips, and her fair, small face was lit with a tyrannical and mocking smile. Indeed, a good show was about to start.
Ouyang Jin, who had been at the bottom of the stage, watched Zhiyan from the beginning to the end, naturally not missing the expression on her face at that moment. Seeing the smile on her face, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, as if he had overlooked something. What could it be?
As time passed, an hour went by, and the high platform suddenly fell into a violent vortex. Thick spiritual energy molecules, centered around Ouyang Feng and the other two, continuously spread outward, a howling wind sweeping around, leaving everyone with their mouths wide open, their eyes filled with amazement.
Was this the power of a Grandmaster-level expert? Powerful, overwhelmingly so!
