The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Mo Ying stood on a collapsed boulder, with several dozen Underground Cavern Alien Race members lying around her, each cleaved by a single sword strike.

“The aura of these Underground Cavern Aliens is identical to that of the Alien Race that has appeared in the ancestral lands of our Ancient Soul Clan. It seems they come from the same world. If I could pass through these space doors, could I possibly infiltrate their home?”

Mo Ying had a bold idea.

But soon, she quickly shook her head, dismissing the plan.

Enter the Underground Cavern World alone?

Forget it!

That was too dangerous!

Unless Ye Feng and Hu Feifei personally came, her current strength alone would mean marching to her death.

“Roar!”

At that moment, dozens more of the Alien Race rushed over.

“Sword Combat Technique!”

Mo Ying looked at them coldly, forming a sword with her fingers and tracing an arc in mid-air. The Breeze-riding Sword, pointing downward, followed this arc, instantly slaying the Aliens.

Then, she continued to move forward.

The talents of the Element Gathering Realm present had an unspoken agreement.

They led the other young cultivators, standing at the forefront, bearing the greatest pressure.

The remaining Qi Refining Realm cultivators teamed up to deal with the Demon Soldier Level Underground Cavern Aliens that they had intentionally let slip through.

On the cliff.

Ye Feng watched the battle below and quietly took out the Wind Spirit Pearl.