There was no sound, not even a trace of excess fluctuations.
Silently, the space at the collision of the forces from both sides shattered bit by bit, then turned into a deep void.
Subsequently, a ferocious temporal-spatial torrent surged out, instantly sweeping across the heaven and earth within a hundred miles.
Zui Meng and others retreated in shock, then stared intently at the location engulfed by the chaotic stream, their hearts inevitably lifted to their throats.
How is he? Could something have happened?
At that moment, a figure staggered out from this chaotic stream, flying askew for thousands of feet before finally stabilizing.
Xiao Tian couldn't help but exclaim in alarm, for the person sent flying was none other than Xue An!
At this moment, Xue An's face was slightly pale, and his usually untainted white robe also appeared a bit crumpled.
The hearts of Xiao Tian and the others inevitably sank.
Because evidently, Xue An had already sustained minor injuries.
