"Junior Brother, have they arrived yet?" Xuan Zhong turned his head and asked.
"The ancestors should be on their way here!" Yang Ji replied.
"Very well, once they arrive, we'll also employ a strategy of using numbers to our advantage!" Xuan Zhong sneered coldly.
"Stop playing coy and die!" Jing Po was raging, striding forward with the Posuo World transforming into a long whip behind her, lashing out through the air with boundless might, as if it were a pillar supporting the heavens, crushing the void and seeking to obliterate the two men with the entire strength of the Inner World.
This manner of fighting lit up Yang Ji's eyes.
He didn't dodge, just watched.
Xuan Zhong sneered coldly, about to make his move, when a shocking explosion sound transmitted over, and they saw that the whip formed from the Inner World by Jing Po was shattered in an instant.
At the end of the void where the whip had crushed through, two figures were now standing in empty space.