Nangong Wan took a deep breath, preparing to make another attempt.
Just as her spiritual power was about to touch the banner pole.
"Buzzz—!!"
The Myriad Souls Banner suddenly erupted with towering black qi.
Countless twisted, agonized soul shadows on the banner shrieked as they lunged out, becoming innumerable hatred-filled spiritual assaults that viciously pierced Nangong Wan's sea of consciousness.
Nangong Wan felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer and violently spat out a mouthful of dark-red blood.
Her already pale face instantly turned ashen, and her aura withered to the extreme.
The backlash from forcibly mobilizing her spiritual power, coupled with the Myriad Souls Banner's mercilessly savage counterattack, worsened her injuries upon injuries.
She curled up in the corner, coughing violently.
Struggling to raise her head, she looked at the Myriad Souls Banner floating in the air as though silently mocking her, her eyes filled with despairing tears and profound helplessness.
"Master..."
Her voice was hoarse and weak, filled with endless desolation.
"What should I do?"
Scalding tears silently slid down her face, stained with blood and dust.
But there was simply no time for grief.
Just then.
The first stone door outside the chamber was violently smashed apart from the outside.
Nangong Wan's pupils contracted sharply. She forced herself to stand, only to stagger from the severity of her injuries.
Very quickly, she flashed out with her sword in hand.
Outside the stone chamber stood a dense mass of figures.
Nearly half of the Liuyun Sect's remaining disciples had gathered here.
The reverence in their eyes from daytime was gone, replaced by greed and viciousness.
At their head stood, unmistakably, the law enforcement disciple from earlier.
The candlelight swayed violently in the gale blowing through the broken door, casting the crowd's distorted shadows onto