C621 (1)

In the battle of the Eight Extremes, the north was in a stalemate.

In the northwest, Yun Xie was sitting cross-legged on the Sword Peak. The Sword Peak seemed to be flickering with lightning, and the sword seal between Yun Xie's eyebrows was connected to the Stormscar. Yun Xie's comfortable posture seemed to be immersed in the comprehension of the Stormscar.

"Hmm?" Suddenly