C116 Foe Mists

As he watched the Mao Mountain Sect's grand defensive formation turn to dust under the little qilin's fierce trampling, Ye Piao Ling's blade, which was formed from hell, also slowly pointed downwards. An invisible aura rapidly condensed in the surroundings, pressing down on the Mao Mountain Sect like a towering mountain.

After the little qilin broke through the protective magical formation