Time passed bit by bit.
On the Thousand Mountain Peak, everything was silent.
True Master Zhi Yang, Ming Jing True Master, and other senior members of the Danxia Sect, all looked up, gazing at the very high sky.
There, the clouds were chaotic, and the wind howled, yet no more earth-shattering magical combat fluctuations came, as if the intense battle earlier was just an illusion.
Apparently, the battle had ended.
Just at this moment, a cyan figure swiftly descended from the ten thousand-foot high sky, extremely fast, bringing a piercing sound as it broke through the air, landing on the peak top in the blink of an eye.
"It's True Master Profound Ice!"
"How could it be..."
"Where is True Monarch Cyan Yang?"
After a short dead silence, several cries of disbelief and astonishment burst from Taihua True Master and Cui Jin True Master, filled with intense wonder, unable to be believed.
Shen Xuan landed, right in front of Li Ruyi.
