Aruye took a deep breath and forcefully restrained the flames of rage in his heart before he said in a low voice, “Ying Luan, you go capture that bastard.”

Ying Luan replied with an emotionless expression. “I was waiting for you to say that.”

Her clothes fluttered as she strode forward, and her entire body emanated dazzling silver light. She was like a bright moon that had descended to the world, and she emanated an inviolable and horrifying imposing aura.

“Kill him!” The other black robed Ancient Shamans shouted loudly. They wanted Ying Luan to swiftly annihilate Chen Xi.

Ying Luan’s status amongst the Ancient Shamans was clearly very high because many Ancient Shamans revealed excited expressions when they saw her ascend the battlefield.

Chen Xi stood on the Shaman Spirit Sacrificial Altar, and he watched silently with a piercingly cold and deep gaze as the silver haired woman approached.

Earlier, Yu Jiuhui had lost at her hands. Her combat strength was extremely formidable, and Yu Jiuhui was already unable to shake her while she was merely fighting barehanded.

In the end, Yu Jiuhui was injured at the center of his forehead after they’d exchanged just 300 blows, and he was crushed and imprisoned.

At this moment, as far as Chen Xi was concerned, Ying Luan was slightly stronger than Suo Lin, Lie Fuluo, and Ying Long.

Ying Luan strode through space while...