Bai Ye vomited blood and was knocked away, falling to the ground in a miserable state.

The whole body of soul energy was like a collapsed mountain, all shattered and scattered, especially in a mess.

Ling Jian frowned slightly.

But the light in the entire temple suddenly dimmed.

The air became cold.

The atmosphere became depressing.

In the void, a magical power seemed to be injected into it and connected the entire area.

What a wonderful spirit!

Then, a figure slowly walked into the temple.

"Greetings to the Lord of the Palace!"

"Greetings to the Lord of the Palace!"

"Greetings to the Lord of the Palace!"

...

Excited and pious shouts sounded outside the temple.

"Master!" Ling Jian also raised his head and shouted hoarsely.
Chapter completed!