For a brief moment, the Umbral Deep fell into total silence.0

Lu Yin stood high in the sky, looking down upon everything.0

Down on the ground, Wu Jin coughed up blood. He looked up and saw Lu Yin's cold gaze. How does this person cultivate? How does he seem to have mastered everything?0

A short distance away, Nian Xian was speechless. He should have known not to join this fight. With this, it had become very difficult for him to back out. Should he flee? He would not be able to explain this matter to Jiu Xian. Fight? Just the thought induced panic. Nian Xian was terrified of being killed.0

Old Salamander was sprawled across the ground, breathing heavily. He looked around. "Are there any other old-timers present who are willing to step in? We should do this together."0

There was no answer. In fact, many cultivators instinctively took a step back.0

Step in? Just the idea was inconceivable. In a one-on-one fight, aside from the High Seraph himself, who else was confident in defeating the Third Boss? His strength was completely overwhelming.0

The Ortusers who had been considering joining the fight felt immense relief that they had held back. They felt like celebrating that they had not stepped forward, as they were certain that they would have already died.0

You Xia’s Everbright Flames and Golden Roc’s golden light both pulled back.0

If the competitions for the title of Seraph when Bao Qi...0