A wisp of disdain arose on the corners of Yang Ye’s mouth. Is this her act of desperation?

Yang Ye paid no attention to Mo Qingyu. He clenched his palm and took the ancient sheath in his hand. It felt cold to the touch. When he looked carefully at it, he noticed that a few black marks that seemed like bolts of lightning were inscribed on the ancient sheath. Besides that, there was nothing special about the ancient sheath!

Mo Qingyu’s expression grew even more ferocious when she saw Yang Ye disregard her. She released her 8th level Sword Intent to its limits while she did the same for her 8th level Wind Intent. The enhancement provided by them caused the green vortex around her to revolve faster and faster. In the end, it actually formed a small tornado, and a few thousand green swords spun around within the tornado. The two had fused completely!

The countless profounders in the surroundings were shocked by this scene. Even though Mo Qingyu had been abandoned by the ancient sheath, her strength still couldn’t be underestimated!

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