Behind

"Hmph!"

Watching the expressions of the three, Xing Ye snorted coldly, saying, "Stop pretending here. Bring out the Ghost Flute!"

He came to find Wang Yize for the Ghost Flute, even if it meant a battle. The acting of the three seemed somewhat realistic, but Xing Ye didn't believe it at all.

The two women stepped back, screams continuing. The disciples who were previously beaten back by Xing Ye had pale faces and were retreating.

"Behind you..."

Wang Yize's voice trembled. Even the dignified ninth realm of star phenomena was now frightened.

"Still pretending?"

Xing Ye snorted again, an expression of extreme disdain on his face. As a Spirit Conduit, he could sense everything around him, making it clear whether there was something behind him.

However, in the next moment, Xing Ye's expression changed. Because everyone else also had a horrified expression, as if they had truly seen something from his back.