In the canyon, hundreds were present, yet not a single person dared to utter a sound.
Countless gazes converged upon Yu Hong at the center.
Shock, confusion, fear, speculation—all kinds of emotions intertwined within the hearts of the magicians on both sides at this moment.
"This guy...!!? What's going on!? His Dao Breath was obviously so weak!" The masked cloak-wearing woman's voice was suppressed, her hands unconsciously clenching tight, cold sweat seeping from her palms.
"That's why I have been saying, he's a monster..." Zhao Yanjun communicated with a sigh.
"Let's team up and try once, then run, how about that?" The woman fell silent for a moment; she noticed that Yu Hong was observing the others covered in silver light and seemed too preoccupied to pay attention to them.
