Not Enough
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Futian looked at Ling He. The other party did not shy away from admitting that they wanted him to die here.
It was not just that. These people would certainly not hold back against the cultivators from Wangshen Watchtower. They truly came with murderous intent.
Were Great Yan Ancient Royal Family and Lingxiao Palace really going to act so presumptuous after joining forces?
In the heavens above, the tower floated in the sky. The dazzling shadow of the tower loomed over this part of the sky and suppressed it. It caused this part of the space to feel exceptionally heavy. Flowing lights of the Great Path immediately charged towards Ye Futian.
Ye Futian's will shifted, and a brilliant divine sword instantly appeared before him. This divine sword contained terrifying sword will as it went against the flow of light. It hovered above Ye Futian's head. The currents of swordsmanship and the light of the tower collided, letting out an ear-piercing sound.