Within the battlefield full of flashing sword lights, Fan Zhaodi suddenly came to a halt. Her figure trembled slightly, and she retreated rapidly. In the blink of an eye, she exited the battlefield.0

Ling Xiao frowned deeply, and his face was filled with confusion.0

Almost simultaneously, the colossal hand from the Red Star vanished without a trace.0

Everyone was bewildered.0

The Ancestral Dao realized something just then. Its face turned ugly as it roared, "Fan Zhaodi! You traitorous bitch!"0

A sword light appeared beside Ye Guan, and Ling Xiao slowly emerged from it. He gazed at the Ancestral Dao and saw that it was at a critical juncture. It was on the verge of transforming due to the successful ritual.0

Ye Guan said, "That woman did that on purpose. She wants us to fight the Ancestral Dao to the death."0

Ling Xiao shook his head slightly. "We have no other choice."0

With that, he transformed into a streak of sword light and charged at the Ancestral Dao.0

Ye Guan remained silent. As Ling Xiao had said, even though they knew that this was a part of Fan Zhaodi's schemes, they had no choice but to go...0