Xue Ying was dressed in a white outfit. With a black spear held in one hand, he stood on the peak of the Primal Pillar while waiting silently. The peak of the Primal Pillar contained cold airflows revolving around it, caused by the complete activation of the array of Primal Pillar. The cold air flitted across his robe, causing them to ruffle and flutter about.
At this moment, Empress Qian He was slightly anxious and uneasy. After all, she had attempted this a few times before, and she could not succeed in protecting a single pillar ever.
On the contrary, a serene expression was present on Xue Ying's face, his eyes were cold and filled with killing intent as he stared away at the starry sky in wait of the enemy.
