The 200 swords that carried strands of Nether Ghostflame had formed a completely round sword formation in midair. Surging waves of fire and terrifying Sword Intent swept out incessantly from them. At this moment, the glow of this sword formation simply surpassed the scorching sun in the sky!

“All members of the devil race, retreat!”

“Members of the nether race, retreat!”

At practically the exact same time, Mo Ke and Hun You shouted in succession, and their voices carried a trace of obvious anxiousness. This clearly showed how cautious they were towards Yang Ye’s sword formation, and it could even be described as fear!

A wisp of solemnness flashed through Mo Qingyu’s eyes as she gazed at the sword formation in the sky. If it was merely just a sword formation, then she wouldn’t react in such a way even if it was enhanced by 6th level Slaughter Sword Intent. However, it was enhanced by a Natural Treasure! The effect of her ancient sheathe wasn’t that effective against a Natural Treasure!

Mo Qingyu took a deep breath before strands of violet gales appeared around her. These gales grew faster and faster while her figure grew fainter and fainter. In the end, it was like she’d fused into one with the gales, and she’d vanished on the spot! At the same time, rays of green slight appeared around the violent gales!

It wasn’t just Mo Qingyu who reacted...