In the Magic Space, Mo Ye's innate Silver Eyes blazed with intense brightness, like twin silver moons rising in the night sky, brilliant and dazzling, causing the entire space to start shaking.
Boom!
When Xiao Ye saw those Silver Eyes, his mind roared and went blank, his spirit intensely stirred. His hands gripping the Flame Saber, veins popping and trembling violently.
A tangible silver vortex, like a roaring stormy wave from the deep sea, surged towards Xiao Ye, forming an ancient battlefield piled with countless white bones reaching the clouds, the spilled blood forming a surging Blood Sea, with broken weapons scattered everywhere.
And the Martial Artists who survived in this ancient battlefield were worshipping towards the heavens with pious and excited expressions.
