Xu Xirou's expression grew colder and colder. These ten outstanding disciples were all groomed by her, yet they were snatched away by Qing An. Looking at their battle, she thought fiercely," Ji Lingshuang, if you were a woman, you would have pressed him to the ground and beaten him up!"
As time passed, more and more screams sounded.
The disciples of both sides began to get injured and were knocked to the ground. They lost their combat strength and their numbers decreased.
The situation suddenly changed. All of a sudden, a majestic demonic aura, thick and solid, like the might of heaven, came pressing down from the sky. A violent hurricane appeared in the air and condensed into thousands of wind blades. Each of them was five feet wide and contained terrifying power. They swept over without warning.
Everywhere it passed, everything was destroyed, leaving only ruins.