Yun Po was a little stunned. Lu Zhihui had been fine just moments ago—why had he triggered a Beast Tide now? This was nothing like what they had agreed on beforehand.
Yunxi caught a whiff of something unusual. Raising her hand, she sent a cluster of distress fireworks into the sky. A dazzling Haoran Auspicious Cloud exploded overhead.
Meanwhile, Yun Po had already been flung away by Lu Zhihui's antlers. His body crashed heavily to the ground like a kite with its string cut, and he instantly lost all breath. At the same time, a faint female voice suddenly sounded beside Yunxi.
"Ranxi, retreat! We can't hold back Lu Zhihui. He's rank nine."
Yunxi knew that voice well. It was Bing Li's. She immediately asked,
"Bing Li? You sacrificed a level of cultivation to save your life?"
"Yes. I can't withstand Lu Zhihui's attacks."
As soon as the words fell, Bing Li's lovely face appeared beside Yunxi. Yunxi completed her final hand seal, swept Bing Li up, and fled.
Lu Zhihui did not pursue them. Instead, he began attacking the activated Heavenly Dipper Evil Slaying Formation that had trapped Han Qingwen and the others, forcing Yunxi to halt her escape.
"What is it? Are we being blocked?"
Bing Li immediately asked.
Yunxi was already standing at the edge of the Inner Ring. Frowning, she said,
"Lu Zhihui is attacking the activated Heavenly Dipper Evil Slaying Formation!"
Bing Li pressed on,
"Can the array hold out until it completely purges the Evil Qi from the Ascending Cloud Tower disciples?"
"If it were the complete Evil Slaying Formation, perhaps. But the simplified version won't hold. With Lu Zhihui's rank-nine strength, the array can only last a quarter of an hour. We need to think of something fast."
Though Bing Li was anxious,