In the sky, azure light danced like a whirlwind, trapping four Nine Yuan Nirvana experts within as they resisted fiercely.
Attack after attack erupted, smashing hard into the azure storm and shaking it violently. Under the tremendous pressure, the storm slowly expanded outward, and the people inside seemed on the verge of breaking free.
Seeing this, Ling Qingzhu clenched her silver teeth. Power surged from within her like a tide, and as she increased her Yuan Power output, the storm finally halted its expansion.
However, this consumption was enormous for Ling Qingzhu as well. Her body began to tremble slightly, and her face gradually turned pale. Clearly, she was under tremendous pressure and was already running somewhat short of strength.
With four Nine Yuan Nirvana experts attacking with all their might, Ling Qingzhu had to use everything she had just to contend with them. Moreover, facing four people at once, her Yuan Power was being consumed faster than theirs. If this stalemate continued, it would be unfavorable for her.
Not far away, Mu Zi saw Ling Qingzhu's pale face, and worry surged in her heart.
"Do you need help?"
Hearing this, a complicated look flashed through Ling Qingzhu's eyes. Seeing the concern in Mu Zi's gaze, she clenched her jade-like hand, bit her teeth, and firmly shook her head.
"I can handle it!"
Before her voice had even faded, the Seal Art in Ling Qingzhu's hand abruptly changed. A gap suddenly opened in the azure storm, and a figure seized the chance to break through the wind and rush out. Once that person emerged, the gap swiftly closed again, firmly trapping the other three within the storm.
With only three people left inside the storm, the pressure Ling Qingzhu bore immediately eased considerably. She took a deep breath and began