Ye Huiling arrived. He had a thin face and three strands of beard, dressed in a purple robe. His aura was domineering, and he walked in the air.

The warriors present groaned in their hearts. Fortunately, Ye Huiling's pressure was much weaker than Chu Xun's. They could bear it.

His robe fluttering without wind, Ye Huiling stood in the air, looking like an immortal. He looked at Ke Shanming and Long Wenli and asked, "Are you guys alright?"

Ke ...