"Ye Zhen, die!"
In the midst of Yan Yijun's roaring laughter, everyone watching the battle held their breath, especially the martial artists from the Sun and Moon Divine Sect. Whether it was Sect Leader Jian Qianxiong, Vice Sect Hierarch Tian Guizhang, or Zhu Ling, Feng Qingyue, they all stood up nervously, their gazes fixed on Ye Zhen, who was enveloped by a mass of blue-black light.
If possible, he was dying to peel away that mass of light to see the truth of the situation.
Without exception, Yan Cong, Yin Changsheng, and Duan Yingnian all showed expectation and excitement in their eyes. However, this was normal, as every single one of them eagerly wanted Ye Zhen to die on the spot.
But once again, Ye Zhen disappointed them.
A fiercely blazing firelight suddenly burst out from the blue-black Yin Luo Ice Evil Light, and almost simultaneously, Ye Zhen's body flew out like a sandbag, blood spurting wildly from the corner of his mouth. Ye Zhen's expression was painfully twisted.
