WHOOSH!

In a cold, lonely domain, Nie Tian and his partners suddenly appeared in a gray city square built from icy rocks.

“Who are you?”

In the square, several Qi warriors, who were guarding the spatial formation, shouted in surprise.

Yin Xingtian stepped out of the formation, bent slightly, and snapped his fingers.

ZZZZZLA!

Small, sparkling, crystal-clear swords, built purely from the spirit energy in his body, coursed through the veins of the spatial formation in the square, thoroughly destroying it.

“It’s over.” Yin Xingtian looked relaxed, and said to Nie Tian, ignoring the Qi warriors’ fuming eyes, “If Luo Wanxiang and Kleist want to come here, they’ll have to go through an adjacent realm.”

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