Among the Human Race cultivators present, there were no Wang Family cultivators. As for those who had a good relationship with the Wang Family, there were only Xu Bingbing and Lan Fukong.
Deng Xueyi was no match for two opponents at once and was struggling to cope.
More than a thousand Crimson Fireballs, each as large as a house, came hurtling toward her. An astonishing wave of heat surged over her, leaving her mouth dry and parched.
Deng Xueyi did not dare to be careless. She formed a hand seal, and the female phantom above her head swept both arms through the air, blossoming into a white halo that enveloped a hundred-zhang radius.
When the Crimson Fireballs touched the white halo, they gave off a burst of white mist and rapidly dispersed, as though they had encountered their natural nemesis.
A foul wind swept past, and the Gray-Robed Elder suddenly appeared behind Deng Xueyi. The Yaksha phantom opened its mouth and spat out a Gray Sound Wave, striking the female phantom. The female phantom trembled, and the white halo shattered.
At the same time, a Crimson Fireball as large as a small mountain descended from the sky and smashed into the female phantom.
Billowing flames engulfed Deng Xueyi's Dharma Aspect. The Gray-Robed Elder swung the Gray Sickle in his hand and hacked into the female phantom. The female phantom was cleaved in two and dispersed into specks of spiritual light.
Deng Xueyi spat out a large mouthful of blood, and her face paled.
The Yaksha phantom slapped its right hand toward Deng Xueyi. With a muffled boom, Deng Xueyi was sent flying and crashed heavily into the ground. Fortunately, the protective spiritual light shielded her, and she was not seriously injured.
The sky darkened, and a Red Giant Seal wrapped