"Yin Yang Polar Ring."
In her left hand, Qingling held a ball of ice-cold Alien Water, and in her right, a thread of scorching Strange Fire. Under the incredulous gazes of the three Nascent Soul cultivators, the two forces slowly merged into a ring the size of a head, emitting an extremely terrifying aura that caused palpitations.
Unable to withstand it directly, the three exchanged a glance and fled in three different directions at a break-neck speed, seemingly afraid the horrifying ring would chase after them.
Qingling took the storage bag from the man who had died and smiled gently at the man in the Array, "Alright, they've all run away. You can come out now."
Not only did the Fairy possess a beautiful appearance, but her voice was also as melodious as a lark's, causing Xue Yang's face to flush. Whether due to his injuries or sheer embarrassment was unclear.
