C899 The peak of battlefield

The cold wind howled, and the meteor shower in the sky began to gradually fade away.

The sky had turned white. It had been almost a night since the battle had started.

At the same time, a great amount of Essence Qi surged around Zhao Mingzhe and the High Priest.

A few reckless cultivators of the Divine Martial Pavilion still wanted to sneak an attack Zhao Mingzhe