The smoke and dust from the collision of the two divine abilities finally vanished.
Hidden in the dark, Zhuo Shouyun could not help but crush Ding Ming's hand underfoot. The strength Wang Yu had displayed was still far beyond what he had expected.
"Ding Xiang, you go too. Use your Yin beast to support Jian Nanxing."
"All right!"
Her beloved's charge left Ding Xiang utterly excited. She flipped onto the Netherworld Hell Tiger and shot into the range of the formation like the wind, her slender jade hands forming seals.
A Ghost Gate suddenly appeared, spanning the air.
Wang Yu's figure, which had been moving like a butterfly through flowers, abruptly halted, as if he were carrying an incomparably vast Ghost Prison on his back. His speed slowed by at least seventy percent.
Jian Nanxing would not miss such a fine opportunity.
With a change of his sword art, the Golden Sword Silk densely spread through the air suddenly drew together, strangling toward Wang Yu with astonishing speed.
Long Xingyun also opened his mouth and spat out a Fire Dragon, continuing to attack Wang Yu. The Pearl Fan followed along, and the Feng Sisters coordinated in time as well, strengthening the might of the Dragon Fire.
Could Wang Yu take this lying down?
The Golden Sword Net was the first to twist around Wang Yu, letting out creaking, grinding sounds. The Ice Dragon Pill Flame erupted violently from his body, terrifying low temperature and high temperature interweaving.
A large expanse of Drunken Immortal Lake froze over, and the Golden Sword Net began to snap apart. Wang Yu turned his head and glared, yet the target of the Illusory Moon Realm... was Ding Xiang!
The Ghost Gate in the sky began to disperse, and the weight on Wang Yu's body lightened.