Mo Xue watched anxiously inside the house, wondering how long this battle would last if it continued this way.
After all, the overall strength of the opposition was stronger than theirs, and the longer the battle dragged on, the more unfavorable it was for them.
She turned to look at the tightly shut door, her heart filled with anxiety.
When would the person inside finally come out?
"Boom—" Another deafening explosion sounded.
Taixu Zi and Cang Qing each unleashed their Spiritual Power towards each other, colliding in the air and sending waves of air currents rippling out.
Both figures staggered back several yards, standing in the high sky, coldly observing each other from a distance.
Cang Qing slightly lowered his gaze, looking toward the courtyard protected by Spiritual Power, a cunning glint in his eyes.
Suddenly, he spat out thirteen golden fireballs in Taixu Zi's direction.
