Yang Ye and Xiao Yuxi both stopped moving. Mo Qingyu was in front of them right now. At this moment, she was gazing ahead with an unprecedentedly solemn expression in her eyes while fierce and sharp invisible Sword Intent seemed to have formed a protective barrier around her.

Yang Ye and Xiao Yuxi looked along the direction of Mo Qingyu’s gaze. An expanse of pitch black filled their field of vision, and strands of cold wind seeped out incessantly from there. The cold winds were ...