The woman was in a frenzy and didn’t notice Yu Huang’s approach at all.

Yu Huang squatted beside the woman. She placed her right hand gently on the woman’s shoulder, then closed her eyes and slowly chanted the Purifying Spirit Incantation.

When the incantation sounded, waves of pure psychic energy emerged from Yu Huang’s fingertips and silently entered the woman’s body through skin contact.

The Psychic power of a Level 4 Purifying Spirit Master was already quite powerful. When the Psychic power was completely spread out, the area within a radius of tens of kilometers was enveloped by the Psychic power. Sensing the existence of the Psychic power, all the participants revealed shocked expressions.

What kind of energy was this?

It was so clean and pure that it seemed to be able to wash away the pain and hatred in their hearts.

Psychic power spread out in the world. It flew into the deep sky, opened its tentacles, and silently entered the bodies of every participant.

It was almost noon again.

Every noon and midnight was the time when Ye Qingyang’s body was in the most pain. Every time this time came, every bit of his flesh felt like it was being mercilessly dismembered by sharp blades. It was the backlash of the ghosts he had refined.

The sun spun to the center of the Doomsday Battle Ground.

Ye Qingyang’s injured body started to hurt again.

Ye Qingyang subconsciously clenched the white sword in his arms. On the one hand, he had to endure the intense pain in his body, and on the other hand, he had to divert his attention to deal with the challengers.

Suddenly, as if a hammer had forcefully nailed a nail into his heart, his heart twitched a few times. Immediately after, waves of intense pain began to spread from his heart to his entire body. They wantonly destroyed Ye Qingyang’s meridians and gnawed at his nerves.

Ye Qingyang suddenly clenched his fists. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his sweater was quickly drenched in sweat.

Noticing that Ye Qingyang’s face had turned pale, Zhan Wuya looked at him.

Ye Qingyang suddenly raised his head and stared at him with a strange gaze. He gave him a sinister smile. “Zhan Wuya, what’s wrong? Do you want to challenge me?”

Zhan Wuya stared at the sweat on Ye Qingyang’s forehead thoughtfully and said, “You seem to be feeling very uncomfortable.”

Hearing this, a new gaze immediately landed on Ye Qingyang. This gaze was quiet and restless.

Ye Qingyang knew that once he revealed the slightest expression of weakness and pain, the owner of that gaze would attack him.

Because that person was just that heartless.

He had already experienced her ruthlessness.

Ye Qingyang tilted his head and glanced at Jing Jiaren in the distance before looking at Zhan Wuya expressionlessly. He sneered and said, “I feel disgusted staying with a certain sanctimonious woman.”

Hearing this, Zhan Wuya subconsciously looked at Jing Jiaren.

Jing Jiaren’s expression turned ugly.

Zhan Wuya coughed and said, “You’re covered in sweat. You seem to be very uncomfortable.” Zhan Wuya took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Ye Qingyang. “Wipe your sweat.”

Ye Qingyang didn’t reach out to take it.

Zhan Wuya shrugged nonchalantly and turned to stare at the battlefield below.

In a place where no one could see, Ye Qingyang secretly gritted his teeth and his eyelids twitched in pain. At this moment, a gentle energy that he had never seen before secretly entered his body. Ye Qingyang was about to mobilize his spiritual power to resist this force, but he realized that when the force entered his body, the pain in his body actually showed signs of weakening.

Huh?

What kind of energy was this?

It was as if a person with a fever had suddenly obtained a bottle of cold water.

Ye Qingyang was greedy for this energy.

Ye Qingyang suppressed the spiritual energy fluctuations in his body and opened every pore in his body, allowing the pure and gentle energy to wash away the pain in his body. He hugged the white sword and looked at the battlefield below.

Suddenly, he saw something special.

On the battlefield outside the distant city wall, a young woman was bending down to comfort another woman. This warm and pure energy was released from the woman’s body. She was like a small sun that was emitting sunlight all over her body. Her energy made him feel comfortable.

Ye Qingyang stared at the woman’s side profile that was hidden by the barrier, and his gaze deepened.

Under the control of Yu Huang’s psychic power, all the psychic power opened its tentacles and flowed quietly through the female city guard’s veins. Wherever the psychic power went, the remaining resentment and complicated feelings in her meridians were washed away.