On the battlefield of the Tower of Babel, Bai Yexing finally arrived, only to witness the moment when Mu Yu was swept into the rift in time and space by the enemy. His heart was filled with anger, like a raging wind ignited by flames, sweeping over his sanity. His eyes were as sharp as knives, cold and determined, as if they were about to pierce through those enemies. His face was pale, but it did not detract from the strong willpower that emanated from him.

His hands clenched into fists, and every joint turned pale from the exertion. His breath was rapid, and every inhale seemed to suppress his anger, and every exhale seemed to release endless anger. There was a cold glint in his eyes, a deep hatred for his enemies.

Bai Yexing's body was tense, like a sword that could be unsheathed at any moment, and his whole body was filled with a sense of power. His figure appears lonely and resilient on the battlefield, like a tree that stands tall in a storm.

He knew that he had to fight for Mu Yu's sacrifice and for their friendship. He wants to completely destroy this group of enemies and avenge Mu Yu. The power of anger burned within him, propelling him to launch a fierce attack on his enemies.

In the white night, the departure of Mu Yu is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. He had always been known for his calmness and wit, but now he was caught in the rift of time and space by a ruthless enemy, and it all happened so suddenly that it was unexpected.

On the battlefield of the Tower of Babel, flames and dust are intertwined, which seems to tell the cruelty of war. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only the ruthless group of enemies. Their faces were distorted, with a cruel smile, as if they were laughing at Mu Yu's powerlessness.

Bai Yexing, who finally arrived at the battlefield, only had time to witness all this. There was a flame of anger burning in his eyes, a relentless hatred of his enemies and a remorse for his own powerlessness. His fists were clenched, and his muscles were bulging, which was the struggle and unwillingness in his heart.

However, no matter how angry and painful he was, Mu Yu had already disappeared into the cracks of time and space. All that was left was the group of ruthless enemies, and the endless grief and anger in Bai Yexing's heart.

He is like a bright star, shining alone in this dark world. His swordsmanship is unparalleled, and every swing of the sword is like a dance, beautiful and deadly, making it impossible to see the trajectory of the sword body. The sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and the momentum was like a rainbow, making the surrounding air seem to be solidified, making people suffocate.

His eyes were full of anger, as if a fire was burning in his chest, multiplying his strength. His figure moved quickly in the night, like a tiger descending the mountain, and no one could stop him. A group of Feudal Realm masters joined forces to attack him, but they couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes, and could only watch him break through the defense line and run farther away.

His anger and strength were contagious to those around him, making them feel a sense of oppression that they had never felt before. His presence is like a raging wind, sweeping everything and no one can beat it. On this night, he became the brightest star, and everyone was amazed.

His swordsmanship is unparalleled, and every swing of the sword carries a cold wind, cutting through the air, which is terrifying. His posture is vigorous and his movements are agile, as if he is one with heaven and earth, and every time he strikes his sword, he carries unparalleled power.

There was a flame of anger burning in his eyes, an irrepressible rage that seemed to engulf the whole world in it. His aura became fierce and dangerous, making everyone around him shudder. His anger was like an insurmountable chasm, making everyone feel his strength and majesty.

Although a group of feudal realm masters joined forces to besiege him, they were unable to suppress his anger and strength. Their attack seemed to hit an invisible barrier, which was silently defused. And his sword is like a dragon, weaving through their defenses, and every time he strikes it, it carries a deadly threat.

In this fierce battle, his figure flickered, and his sword light flickered, making it elusive. And his anger and strength were also fully unleashed in this battle, making everyone feel that he was terrible and invincible.

In the boundless white night, he was like a lone sword light, crossing the boundaries of time and space. His swordsmanship is unparalleled, and every movement is picturesque, sharp and elegant, as if a bright meteor crossed the silent night sky. His sword, like his man, is cold and tough, and every time he strikes it, it carries a thunderous force that is irresistible.

At this moment, his eyes burned with anger, a fury as hot as the sun, lighting up the entire night sky. His breath had boiled to its peak, and the muscles of his whole body seemed to tremble, which was a symbol of his anger and a source of his strength.

Although he was facing a group of masters of the Frontier Realm, who had experienced a hundred battles and had profound skills, he seemed so powerless in front of this extremely angry person. His sword danced faster and faster, as if forming an invisible storm that swept all his enemies into it.

His sword had turned into a bolt of lightning that pierced through enemy lines, and every collision of blades with a metallic trill, a symphony of strength, a hymn of courage. The masters of the Sealed Realm retreated one after another, a look of horror on their faces, they knew that they could no longer suppress this angry man.

He was like a bright star, twinkling alone in the white night, and no amount of darkness could hide his light. He is invincible, he is invincible, he is the unequaled swordsman who unleashes unleashed unleashed untold power in anger.

At this moment, he is extremely angry, and there is a raging fire burning in his eyes, which is anger at injustice, resistance to oppression, and sympathy for the weak. His heart was like a boiling ocean, surging and unquellable. This anger brings him endless strength and makes him stronger and unbeatable.

Although a number of Frontier Realm masters besieged them, their strength and experience were almost invulnerable. However, he is like a wild horse that has escaped from the leash, ignoring all restraints and limitations, and challenging the whole world with his own strength. His sword danced faster, harder, and more accurately, and with an indomitable fighting spirit, he neutralized all attacks one by one.

His figure flickered in the white night, each with earth-shattering power. Although the attacks of those masters were fierce, they were never able to touch his body, as if his sword qi had formed an invisible barrier, guarding everything about him.

This battle has been going on for a long time, but he has become more and more brave and stronger. His figure crossed graceful arcs in the night sky, which was the trajectory of his sword qi and a symbol of his tenacity and indomitable will.

In the end, he defeated all his opponents with an earth-shattering sword move. His sword stopped in the air, as if mocking his fallen opponents. He knew that he had surpassed their realm, and his swordsmanship had reached a new peak.

The fury of the White Night Walk swept through the entire battlefield in an instant like a storm. His eyes, as if burning with blazing flames, looked directly at those feudal realm powerhouses who dared to challenge him, full of unyielding and arrogant. The long sword in his hand, as if sensing the anger of his master, erupted into a strong light, it was an incomparable sword aura, strong enough to tear the air.

That sword qi was like a giant dragon, roaring and rolling, and swooping violently towards those powerhouses of the Sealed Territory. The force of the impact caused them to retreat, expressions of shock and horror on their faces. They couldn't imagine that the power that this young man in front of them possessed was so powerful that it frightened them.

Bai Yexing's figure became taller and taller against the backdrop of the sword aura, and his anger seemed to infect the air around him, making the entire space full of tension and solemnity. He knew that this was his clear warning to those who challenged him: do not touch his scales lightly, or you will pay a terrible price.

The flames of anger burned in his eyes, making his eyes as hot as fire. His breath was short, and there seemed to be a wind roaring in his chest. He clenched the long sword in his hand, which seemed to sense the anger of its master and let out a buzzing trembling sound.

A powerful sword qi erupted from the tip of the sword, it was an extremely powerful force, like the north wind in winter, cold and piercing. The color of the sword qi was a deep blue, as if it had gathered the endless night sky and the cold moonlight. It spreads out in all directions as the center of the white night, and everywhere it goes, everything is pushed away by invisible forces.

The powerhouses of those Frontier Realms seemed so insignificant in front of this force, they were repelled by the sword qi, like fallen leaves scattered by the wind. They retreated in horror, a look of disbelief on their faces. They couldn't understand that this usually hidden white night walk had such a powerful strength.

The anger of the White Night Walk did not subside because of this, but only intensified. He waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword aura was like a rainbow, sweeping away all the enemies that stood in his way. His figure seemed so tall in the moonlight, and his eyes were full of determination and determination, as if no one and nothing could stop him from moving forward.

His fists were clenched, and the muscles of his whole body seemed to tremble, full of strength and rage. The long sword in his hand, the sword that had accompanied him through countless winds and rains and slashed countless strong enemies, was emitting a strong light at this moment, and the sword qi was circulating in the night sky, like a brilliant river of light.

That sword aura was powerful and powerful, with unparalleled sharpness and majesty, as if it could cut everything. It erupted from the long sword of the White Night Walk, sweeping towards the group of feudal realm powerhouses in front of it. It was an irresistible force, a terrifying power.

The powerhouses of the Sealed Territory seemed so small in front of this sword qi, they struggled to resist, but they were still shocked back by the aftermath of the sword qi. Their bodies streaked through parabolas in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground, each pale and bleeding from the corners of their mouths. They looked up at Bai Yexing, their eyes full of shock and fear.

White Nightwalk stood there, standing like a mountain peak. His figure seemed so tall and majestic in the night. His anger had not subsided, but the fire in his eyes had become even more intense. He knew that in this world, nothing could stop him from moving forward. He raised the long sword in his hand high, and the sword qi exploded again, this time, he pointed the sword farther away, where it was his goal and his pursuit.

The long sword, as if sensing the anger of its master, erupted into a powerful sword aura. This sword aura was like a bolt of lightning that pierced through the darkness and illuminated the dim world. The sword qi danced in the air, emitting a deafening whistling sound, as if to show its majesty and power to the world.

In the face of this powerful sword aura, those masters of the Frontier Realm retreated one after another. Their faces were horrified, and their eyes were full of disbelief. They had been his comrades-in-arms, but now they had become his enemies. They had thought that the White Night Guild would always be on their side, but now they found them wrong.

Bai Yexing's angry eyes stared at those who retreated, his heart full of disappointment and grief. The long sword in his hand trembled, and the sword qi surged in the air, as if it was about to destroy everything that stood in his way. He knew that he could no longer trust those people, that they had betrayed him.

Bai Yexing clenched the long sword in his hand tightly and rushed forward angrily. He wants to prove to those who have betrayed him that they have made the wrong choice. He wants them to know that he is not someone who can be easily betrayed. He's going to make them pay.

Uncontrollably erupted. His eyes, like two burning flames, shot out a fierce light, staring directly at those Feudal Realm powerhouses who challenged his limits. His long sword, the one that had accompanied him through countless storms and drank the blood of countless powerful enemies, was also trembling at the moment, as if sharing the same anger and strength as his master.

Suddenly, a powerful sword qi erupted from the tip of the sword, and its power was so powerful that the surrounding air froze in an instant. That sword qi was like a furious dragon, sweeping towards those powerhouses of the Sealed Territory. They were so shocked by this powerful force that they couldn't move for a while.

With the collision of the sword qi, the powerhouses of the Sealed Territory retreated one after another, their faces full of horror. They had never seen such a powerful sword qi, nor had they ever felt such a fierce attack. The anger of the white night walk has surpassed their imagination.

Bai Yexing didn't stop there, he rushed towards those powerful people in the sealed realm with his sword, each sword strike carrying great power and endless anger. His figure shimmered in the moonlight, each flickering accompanied by the sound of a sword. Those feudal realm powerhouses seemed so insignificant in front of this force, they could only retreat one after another, powerless to resist.

At that moment, the white night walk was like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the encirclement of everyone. His figure was dazzlingly fast, like an invisible wind that passed through the gaps in the crowd. His sword aura erupted, like the first rays of sunlight at sunrise, piercing the darkness and illuminating the path ahead.

That sword qi was so powerful that it seemed to be able to tear the heavens and the earth apart, shocking people's hearts. The air around them seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's movements became slow, and they could only watch Bai Yexing break out of the siege. Everywhere his sword qi went, all obstacles turned invisible, and even the strong qi wave seemed to carry endless killing intent, which was terrifying.

Bai Yexing's eyes are firm and deep, as if they hide infinite power. His figure became more and more upright under the reflection of the sword qi. His movements are smooth and graceful, and every swing of the sword is like writing a magnificent epic. At this moment, he is no longer a man, but a fearless warrior, a messenger of the light.

Suddenly, a sword aura erupted from the long sword in his hand, and that sword qi was like the first rays of sunlight at dawn, piercing the shackles of darkness. It pierced the air and whistled with a shrill whistling sound that shook everyone's heart. The sword aura was dazzling, like the Milky Way falling to the ground, which was amazing.

The crowd was surrounded by the sword qi and shattered like fragile glass. Those who had tried to hinder the White Night Walk seemed so insignificant in front of this powerful sword qi. The air was filled with the smell of scorching metal, the mark of the sword qi tearing through the air.

Bai Yexing stood tall in the crowd, and his figure seemed so tall. His eyes were even more determined, as if to say: the road ahead, no matter how difficult it is, he will move forward.

The White Night Walk seemed to incarnate into a brilliant light, piercing the darkness around it. He was athletic, like a cheetah in the mountains and forests, and quickly passed through the array surrounded by everyone. His sword qi was like the first rays of sunlight at dawn, bursting out violently, shocking people's hearts.

The sword qi was so powerful that it seemed to be able to tear the heavens and the earth, making everything around it tremble. The force was like a raging torrent, breaking through all the obstacles that stood in its way. Where the sword qi passed, the air seemed to be cut apart, leaving a deep trace. It was an indescribable beauty, like a meteor streaked across the night sky, fleeting but brilliant.

Everyone was surrounded by this sword qi as fragile as tissue paper, and the edge of the sword qi made everyone feel afraid. Bai Yexing's eyes were firm and deep, shining with an unyielding light like stars. He knew that this was a critical moment for him to break through the encirclement, and he could not hesitate or back down in the slightest.

At this moment, Bai Yexing's heart was full of determination and courage. His figure looked even taller under the reflection of the sword qi, as if he was a hero who wielded a sword to cut off his fate. Amid the exclamations of the crowd, he continued to rush forward, fearlessly facing the challenges ahead.