Pei Ye truly let out a deep sigh of relief when he saw the black-robed figure forming a magical formation with hand seals. In just a few brief exchanges, the figure had already given the young man an indescribable sense of oppression, entirely different from a divine being or an Immortal Lord.
Powerful monsters and powerful people are, after all, two entirely different kinds of enemies.
But when he turned his gaze in search of the girl, he saw a scene that emptied his heart.
The most vulnerable figure in green on the battlefield, who wasn't even part of the fight—Pei Ye had been worried she might suddenly be unable to bear the mental strain—was charging straight towards the dangerous and powerful figure in the black robe.
Just like a naive kingfisher rushing towards a blood-stained owl with sharp talons.
She neither understood the Thought Sword nor had Liuli by her side!