Xia Feng's expression carried a hint of regret. If he had known, he would have kept these people around to fight with him a little longer.
Anyway, they were waiting around, so they might as well have stayed here to fight a bit more. Maybe they could even kill a few more people.
But this was just a thought in his head that couldn't be turned into reality; after all, those prodigies weren't fools.
Xia Feng turned his head to glance at Li Qingxue and Xia Tianming, who were protected by the Divine Armor, and found a corner to stabilize his somewhat unstable breath.
Half an hour later, Xia Feng instinctively opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of Holy Sword Mountain.
At this time, the space vortex had expanded to its maximum, and the Holy Sword Pavilion had almost fully emerged.
The layer of dazzling golden light slowly retracted, allowing people to clearly see the exquisite appearance of the temple.
