C209 Miraculous Battle(3)

The two atop the flying sword left a trail of black mist in their wake as they soared upwards at Ye Mo's command. Despite Ye Mo's lips moving slightly, his words were as silent as a joke, with no sound escaping into the air.

The whooshing of the wind accompanied them, and unlike other places, this peculiar area lacked the sensation of being bound by the air. Ye Mo, Skywalking with his sword