Ye Futian stepped into the air, and the Halberd of Time and Space devoured all the brilliant light. With every step, an invisible airflow swept through the palace. A great wind rose up around him, and the faint sound of it whistling through the air could be heard. His white hair blew in the wind as the dangerous airflow filled the sky. At this moment, the space around him was completely still and silent.
Outside the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty Palace, a group of figures in the air watched the airflow inside and their hearts were troubled. Today, Ye Futian had led the cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace on an attack against the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty. There were three Saints and a group of sword cultivators.