Holding Out Hope Until Faced With The Grim Reality (4)

"Xue Er, the First Elder has agreed. Let's make our move!" The freak laughed softly as he looked at the First Elder who was silent.

"En." Leng Ruoxue nodded. Then, the two of them attacked at the same time…

Two streaks of mystic power, one red and one black, floated in front of the First Elder. Furthermore, their speed was not very fast, enough for the First Elder to dodge. However, the First Elder, whose reaction had suddenly become a bit slow, could not dodge entirely and even suffered some injuries. This caused Leng Ruoxue, who was looking forward to battling the Mystic Supremacy, to be somewhat disappointed.

Since she was already disappointed, Leng Ruoxue naturally didn't want to waste any more time. Just now, Qing Jue had already sent a voice transmission to her, telling her that another phoenix was rushing over. Furthermore, it should arrive in a few minutes, so she felt that she could end this quickly.