The flood dragon-shaped Demon Spirit screamed as it fell into the great lake.
Seeing this, the seven Nascent Soul True Persons of the Su Ling Sect could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
True Person Youhuang withdrew the grand formation and looked worriedly at the old man in the center.
"Senior Brother He, are you all right?"
He Yuan's aura was utterly feeble, his mana nearly depleted.
He gazed regretfully at the phantom image of the longsword lying across his knees as it gradually faded away until it vanished.
Though the Suwang Sword was powerful, forcibly wielding it with Nascent Soul Realm cultivation was ultimately too much of a strain. What a pity for that Spirit Treasure Light Split.
He sighed. "This old man is fine. What about all of you?"
As he spoke, he looked to those beside him.
True Person Li Ting and Tie Ma Zhenren both had bloodstained robes and were in poor condition.
To deal with that High-Rank Demon Spirit, they had suffered bitterly enough.
True Person Yao Xi's pretty face was deathly pale, though fortunately she had no serious injuries.
Hong Zhan gripped his Magic Treasure tightly, his body trembling faintly.
Jiang Huang, the one with the weakest cultivation, appeared completely unharmed, with only a trace of terror in her eyes.
Everyone answered at once.
"Nothing wrong!"
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."
"We are unharmed."
His exhausted gaze swept across the group, and He Yuan finally let out a relieved breath.
Yet there was still sorrow in his eyes.
"Along the way, we have successively lost Junior Brothers Qian Xiu and Sheng Lin. Li Ting and Tie Ma also endured the onslaught of a great number of High-Rank Demon Spirits in order to hold the formation for me. They now have