Feather spirit, either get lost or die!

"Swish!"

Xiao Yixian's body buzzed with the sound of the great Dao. Every pore of his was flowing with a strong chaotic immortal light. His chakra sea, which was about to dry up, was rejuvenated. The blood in his body roared like a Great River, and his aura was recovering quickly.

"It really is chaos life force!"

A vigorous and domineering voice shook the void. The voice alone suppressed the thousands of rumbles.

It was a man with long, fiery red hair. On his forehead, there was a pair of flaming horns with a mysterious fire rhythm. His body was strong and slender, and his eyes were burning like divine lamps. He was like an ancient divine mountain that stretched across the sky, crushing the void and collapsing it. It was as if an ancient God had descended.

It was this person who had revealed the Qilin Dharma form and forced Xiao Yixian to retreat.

The thousand Fey dynasty's Divine Son of Qilin!