The Battle XVII

His cold aura carried a burst of murderous intent.

Nan Xian raised his hand and pulled Feng Ruqing's arm, pulling her behind him.

He faced Mu Yi.

Boom!

Just at the moment when Mu Yi was close to Nan Xian, Feng Ruqing leaped forward, and in an instant, a powerful force exploded in her surroundings, facing Mu Yi head-on.

"That's..."

Mu Yi was a bit shocked as he saw the white light surrounding Feng Ruqing.

That white light contained a powerful force that forced his feet back a few steps.

This force was somewhat familiar in that it made his heart tremble.

Just like the woman who brought him fear a thousand years ago.

'The Ninth Emperor!'

"No, you have not recovered your power. You only have the same spiritual qi as the Ninth Emperor!" Mu Yi gritted his teeth, his face darkened.

Unfortunately, he was only a soul. If he had an entity, his strength would be more enhanced, perhaps...