C571 Murong Ge charged into the Jiuquan Yellow River Formation bravely.

The divine beast roared. Huge boulders flew all over the place, and yet another wave of slaughter erupted at the foot of the mountain. In the sky, Ma Yuan hissed continuously. Qing Xi seemed to be no match for him, but at the critical moment, he would always be able to stop him from charging up the mountain peak, and firmly entangle himself.

Wang Lin could see everything clearly from below