She summoned Ji.
Ji's cultivation has reached the sixty-seventh level of the Nether Realm.
More than enough to deal with these soldiers.
At this time, the long sword in Feng Xingyao's hand had already pierced Mason's body.
Mason groaned in pain and tried to swing his spear to fight back.
Feng Xingyao wore a silver mask, and his voice came through clearly, stern and resolute. "My wife said it would be better to kill you."
Mason's pupils constricted.
With a loud bang, Mason was killed by Feng Xingyao.
The soldiers who had been searching for Qi Yan suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from them. When they turned around, they witnessed Mason's tragic death.
In an instant, the originally neat and orderly team suddenly fell into chaos.
"Run away!"
At this moment, they no longer cared about continuing to search for Qi Yan's whereabouts. Saving their lives was the most important thing.
About a quarter of an hour later, the ground was in a mess and dead bodies were everywhere.
Not a single one was left alive.
Quickly returned to the supernatural space.
Chen Yan put away his sword without changing his expression and looked at Feng Xingyao, "It's time to go."
Feng Xingyao reached out to her.
She glanced down and put her hand on it.
"Your hands are a little cold." Feng Xingyao stroked her slender and soft hands.
Chen Yan laughed and reminded him, "Now it's a soul body."
Feng Xingyao naturally knew that the temperature of the soul body was usually lower, but he could clearly sense the difference in temperature between her hand at this moment and a few days ago.
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