Making a Choice

The sound of Zhang Ruoxu chopping the stone bamboo combined with the voiceless sound that came from a faraway time and space caused Yanxu's always unrestrained soul to become slightly heavy, as though it was being tangled up in a shapeless rope.

The dark clouds in the outside world dispersed and the steady stream of celestial armies was no longer there. Yuming finally felt a thread of hope to retaliate. Now, Huanzhen's injuries had already recovered a lot and both master and disciple looked at each other. Even though they did not know where this wisp of voiceless sound came from, but it did shake Yanxu's Sky Demon Heart. They would definitely grasp this thin line of chance.

Both green and yellow pairs of Huanzhen's flesh wings slightly contracted and it then expended with a bang. Two streaks of hurricanes engulfed everything in its surrounding in a split second. Innumerable celestial armies were torn within these hurricanes and they finally went up in smokes.