My Name Is Yun Zhilan

He had already made all the plans before coming. This time, he would not let Qin Yu have any chance to turn the tables.

"D*mn it, aren't you very arrogant? Watch how I mess you up!" Yao Xi was clamoring frantically by the side.

Teng Zixu's figure was like a ghost, constantly moving around and launching a timely attack.

Under this kind of attack density, even Teng Zixu felt a little strained.

Suddenly, he seemed to have comprehended something and raised his head, staring at the sky.

In the distant place, an almost imperceptible five-colored iridescent glow appeared.

"The Golden Path of Heaven will descend soon."

Teng Zixu said with a frown.

"Do you know the specific time?"

The people of the Holy Region were shocked. This was great news.