C1972 The Oath of the Great Path

By the Ice Swamp, The atmosphere had become somewhat strange. The previously roaring wasteland had now quieted down. Other than Leng Xinru's painful sobbing, there was no other sound.

The Violet Thunder Whip in Ye Dongfeng's hand was like a mace, quietly held in his hand. His body was quietly floating in the air not far away. His face was as calm as an ancient well.

Not far from Ye Dongfeng