Nong Zhu flashed forward, positioning himself in front of the group. With a swift push of one palm, he erected a wall of mystic light to shield Ziyi and the others behind him. Wind, sand, and rubble shot through the air like shuttles, crackling as they struck the wall of light.
Though Nong Zhu had acted, Yue Qianchou still instinctively pulled Furong behind him, his expression grave as he stared into the sky.
When the green and white lights collided fiercely, they separated at once. The green light remained utterly motionless in midair, while the white light seemed to have struck an iron wall and was violently knocked back. As it flew back, the white light vanished, revealing a figure plunging down with a whoosh.
Bang! The ground shook violently, and a deep pit was smashed into the collapsed ruins in an instant. "Aah..." Several low-cultivation cultivators had no time to flee and were hurled into the pit with it. After a single miserable scream, they gave no further response.
The green light in the sky revealed its true form. Green Brow stared down below and cackled. "You reckless fool. You still wanted to run before this venerable one?"
"Cough, cough..." A violent fit of coughing came from the deep pit, wrenching and heart-rending. Suddenly, it stopped. White light flared from the pit once more, and a powerful aura spiraled outward like a storm, rapidly spreading from within. The shattered brick walls and stones nearby were swept away as easily as rotten wood...
Before the crowd could react, a black shadow burst from the pit beneath a cone of blinding white light. It seemed poised to rip apart the void itself, its dazzling radiance stabbing straight toward the heavens. Its target was none other than the green-robed figure in the