Huitong!
Xiahou Lan's expression turned ashen in an instant. Fortunately, at that very moment, an ancient, simple sound entered their ears—the random Teleportation Talisman had finally activated. From the surface of the talisman, a milky-white pillar of light sprayed out.
Then space blurred, and something similar to a Teleportation Array appeared beside the three of them.
Of course, it was not a real Teleportation Array, but a phantom formed from spiritual power. In terms of effect, however, there was no difference.
"Princess!"
"Mm." Xiahou Lan nodded. With a flash of her figure, she and her two subordinates arrived in the middle of the phantom.
The woman called Xueling did not dare delay and hurriedly sent out a hand seal. A great humming rose, and a ball of gentle radiance wrapped around the three of them.
"Amitabha!"
Opposite them, Huitong's face revealed a mix of shock and fury. Although he had never seen a random Teleportation Talisman before, he could guess what that thing was.
The Human World absolutely did not have such a treasure. This woman really was an immortal cultivator from the Spirit World.
If she were allowed to run, the future troubles would be endless. Huitong's eyes bulged as he shouted, stretched out a hand, and struck the back of his head hard. A ball of vital blood sprayed from his mouth.
It swelled in the wind, transforming into a Buddhist character the size of a peck measure. With a whoosh, it sank back into his body, and Huitong's face instantly became crimson as blood.
His figure vanished strangely from where he stood. The next moment, he appeared at the edge of the Teleportation Array.
Space-Breaking Flash!
It was also a spatial divine ability, yet far more profound and complex than teleportation. Even with Huitong's cultivation, he normally