The weather changed upon the battlefield. After he killed one of them, Ye Futian stared at the other eight cultivators. At the same time, Yaya and Yu Sheng arrived on the scene and swept a cold glance across them all. A suffocating pressure pressed down on all of them, making them feel a slight chill.
They all glanced at Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu. Could they still kill the two of them? They all looked at each other and seemed to have the same thought. They all moved at the same time, flashing towards Ye Futian with their swords held out towards him. Endless killing light shot towards him, seeking to tear apart the space around him.
