The two lights shuttled out silently. In a moment, they were completely covered by the white light curtain, like milky white liquid flowing, which suppressed the mind in a very small area. The pressure of the tide came from all directions. If there was no ancient cultivation, they would be crushed into powder directly.

However, Yiyu's cultivation is nothing, not even inspiring the real Qi. Just by virtue of his strong body, he was forced to shuttle through the white light curtain.

and Lin's poetry also completely converged the breath, wrapped the Phoenix wings behind, and cut the light curtain like a blade, without any fluctuation of vitality.

after a...