Brother.
Han Muye, who was suspended in mid-air, had a bright light in his eyes, and his white hair fluttered in the wind.
He had not slept for five days and four nights. He had spent five sword intents to travel 180,000 miles. Wasn't it so that he could see Huang Six alive today and hear him call him "brother"?
At this moment, he felt as if his entire body was transparent, as if the world in front of him had become colorful.
Looking at the distant sky, Han Muye had a thorough comprehension.
Only by having a desire in his heart could he obtain the Great Dao.
Cultivating, cultivating the sword, was all for this carefree feeling!
"Boom—"
As Huang Six slashed down, the fog in the forest slowly began to dissipate.
The array formation was broken.
The cultivators in the fog were in despair as they ran out crazily.