Yi Chen, who was rushing headlong with all his heart, had no idea what Yue Qingping and Ying Si were thinking behind him. Right now, he furiously prompted his Extreme Origin and broke through space again, continuing his flight.
There was always some heretical power that would not show respect to Yi Chengzi; Yi Chen was in a foul mood and desperately needed an outlet for his anger.
"Xiao Lang, wait for me!"
Seeing Yi Chen escaping through flight, a woman in a Peach Blossom Mask above the high heavens became anxious all at once.
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The warm sun of autumn shone particularly bright today, but it could not bring much warmth to Wang Jian in Town Mountain City.
With each report from the front lines arriving in his hands, especially the Liuying Jade image that seemed to be sent back by Great Qin's dead soldiers, the sky-covering blood wave chilled the heart of this veteran, battle-hardened general.
He had never seen such an opponent, such strange Divine Skills.
