The scene unfolded.
Before a ravaged area, stood a young man.
The young man had plain green clothes, seemingly unremarkable. But behind him appeared a towering figure, three zhang high. This figure donned a mysterious-colored battle armor, surrounded by a five-colored aura, exuding an indescribably vast and ancient aura, akin to a divine being that existed since ancient times!
The towering figure folded its arms, resembling a giant sky curtain, blocking the pouring black thunder. Despite the desolation around, beneath the feet of the young man in green, not a single spot was affected.
This young man in green—who else could it be, if not Ye Qingchen?
"How could this be?"
Gong Shikun and many high-level members of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect nearly popped their eyes out in shock.
