"Both of you, this village is too small to withstand any turmoil. Follow me."

Meng Qingzhou slightly bent his knees and then burst forward like an arrow leaving the bowstring. His figure rapidly expanded in the eyes of Pu Lingzi and the Yin-Yang Elder, and then he slashed with his sword.

[Space. Stop Inch].

This strike didn't land on anything tangible; it cleaved through the void. The space within a hundred-mile radius seemed to be wiped clean like an eraser had passed over it.