At that moment, the West Spirit King sensed a familiar aura. That person had arrived.
Indeed, it was Ye Fan. He descended from the sky, and with a flick of his finger, the Yuanhong Sword returned to his hand. As for the two Spirit Clan Commanders slain by the sword, their bodies had been shattered beyond recognition. Not even a corpse could be found.
Ye Fan's sudden appearance caught everyone off guard. He was the ultimate hope of the Spirit Suppressing Domain, and now, that ultimate hope had returned in its most critical hour. His powerful return made him seem like a radiant moon in the highest heavens, so brilliant that none dared to gaze upon him.
Several women breathed a collective sigh of relief. They had always believed Ye Fan would return. Although he was a bit late, they knew there were understandable reasons.
"Brother Ye...!"
