A moment of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the Master of the Divine Sword Sect, and he was considering whether to join hands with Ye Mingyu and others to suppress this son, but everyone saw an even more frightening scene!

All the monks who shot at Ning Qi, including Ye Ming Prison, remained motionless in mid-air, maintaining an attacking posture.

A faint fairy air filled the surroundings of everyone, easily suppressing all these guys and turning them into sculptures.