670 Demonic Qi Blasts The Peak

At a side, Shu Yuan was struck with a sudden thought, his expression changed as he exclaimed, "Junior Brother Yin!" With that said, he dashed towards the back mountain of the remaining half of the floating peak.

The others exchanged a look and immediately followed. Rounding past the floating peak, the entire back mountain was in ruins, the spirit fields originally full of spirit herbs were patches of charred black now, where the floating peak broke off, there was still a huge hole left, remnants of the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator and a shred of dark and cold black Qi was left in the air.

Yi Qing's brows tightened, this black Qi was…

"It's really Junior Brother Yin!" A trace of grief flashed across his face before anger took its place instantly. "Who exactly dared to put a hand on my sect's Nascent Soul Elder and even forced him to self-destruct his Nascent Soul."