Outside the Nine Swords Tower in the Azure Rainbow Mountains, Wang Lihe, Wang Yuanwei, Liu Yao, and Wang Mengshan were engaged in a spell battle, waves of force surging like the tide.
Liu Yao's lightning arts were indeed formidable. Wang Lihe had suffered a minor setback, while Wang Mengshan was clearly no match for Wang Yuanwei. If Wang Yuanwei had not listened to Wang Mengli and deliberately held back, Wang Mengshan would have been killed long ago.
The sound of the zither rang out without pause, and Wang Mengshan's expression grew dazed.
He did not dare to strike with lethal force either. The problem was that Wang Yuanwei was a Sound Cultivator, and the longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantageous it became for him. It was difficult even to pretend to be putting on a show.
A hazy blue sound wave swept over, and Wang Mengshan swung his blade to cleave it apart.
With a thunderous boom, Wang Mengshan shattered the blue sound wave with a slash, but he was also sent flying backward. He crashed heavily onto the ground and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Wang Yuanwei's expression turned cold. She was about to unleash another divine ability—enough to injure Wang Mengshan—when she suddenly discovered in shock that the sky had darkened. A vast, snow-white Sky-Piercing Giant Hand appeared out of thin air and struck toward her.
Before the Sky-Piercing Giant Hand even descended, the temperature plummeted, and countless white ice flakes appeared in the void.
The female phantom above Wang Yuanwei's head spewed out a hazy blue sound wave to meet it. It was like an egg striking a rock; the blue sound wave was instantly crushed by the Sky-Piercing Giant Hand.
The Sky-Piercing Giant Hand struck the female phantom, and the phantom shattered