Black Shield

The young man stood on the yellow sand, his body upright, and his pair of deep, star-like eyes appeared somewhat cold at the moment.

As two figures descended from the sky, the young man's hand lifted without any unnecessary movements or spoken words.

Suddenly, an imprint appeared in the air, quietly manifesting in front of Ye Xiaowei and then disappearing in an instant.

The young man's hand rose and fell, as if he had only made a simple gesture.

At this moment, the two individuals from Demon Sect's Beheading Sky Platform had also completely landed. Although the plump man seemed large, he was agile, descending faster than the first person, charging towards Ye Xiaowei.

Silently, like a breeze over a lake, causing barely visible ripples, the plump man's face bore a smile. His footsteps had not yet stopped, but his body split open in mid-air, as if cut by the sharpest knife, the cut surface perfectly horizontal like a mirror.