Pingyang Emperor Lord Yan Xiyue's beautiful eyes widened. With a delicate shout, she flung her hands outward.
Following her motion, a colossal phantom clad in armor and blazing with dazzling golden light abruptly appeared.
Like a war god descending upon the world, the phantom met Hong Yue and Li Xingyue as they flew toward it with imposing majesty.
At the very instant the two were about to be struck by the bone spikes, Yan Xiyue controlled the massive golden phantom to swiftly extend its hands and catch them securely.
Immediately afterward, the phantom crossed its arms without hesitation, forming an impregnable shield in an attempt to block the bone spikes raining down like a violent storm.
"Bang!!!"
Yet despite Yan Xiyue giving it her all, faced with the ceaseless, incomparably sharp barrage of bone spikes, the gigantic golden phantom she had condensed could only hold on bitterly for a few short breaths before collapsing under the strain.
A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the golden phantom, originally as solid as a rock, instantly crumbled like an avalanche, turning into countless specks of golden light that scattered through the air.
Yan Xiyue herself suffered a powerful backlash. Her body shuddered violently, and she spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Her peerless face had turned somewhat pale, and a fine layer of sweat beaded across her forehead.
But just then, something unexpected occurred. The sharp sword shadow Bai Ze had swung out seemed like an illusory image the instant it came into contact with the bone spikes, effortlessly passing through the dense mass of them.
Or rather, in that lightning-flash instant, the sword shadow had already slipped into another dimension of time and space.
That was why, although it appeared on the surface that the sword shadow and bone