A Mutual Destruction Tactic

On Pingxin's cool, aloof face, there was not the slightest trace of fear.

A surging power erupted from within her, forcibly blocking Luohu's spear strike that he had been certain would land.

The tip of the God-Slaying Spear stopped three inches before her body, unable to advance another inch.

"Burning your origin?"

Luohu let out a cold snort. With a flick of his wrist, devilish qi surged over the spear shaft as he tried to forcefully break through this final barrier.

Pingxin ignored him. Borrowing the brief breath of respite bought by burning her origin, she abruptly turned, raised her hand, and struck out with a palm toward another battlefront.

There, with the Earth Book above his head, Zhen Yuanzi was already in peril under the siege of two Devil Race Hunyuan experts.

Pingxin's palm strike was meant to tear open a path of escape for Zhen Yuanzi.

"You still want to save someone in front of This Seat?"

Luohu's furious shout rang out behind her.

He gave up on continuing to assassinate Pingxin. His figure flashed, and he blocked the path of that palm force.

The God-Slaying Spear swept out horizontally, easily tearing Pingxin's palm force to shreds.

"Your opponent is This Seat."

Luohu's figure pressed close once more, his offensive coming in an unbroken flood, pinning Pingxin firmly in place.

Pingxin looked at the attack Luohu had so easily dissolved, and her heart sank.

She knew she no longer had any chance to help anyone else.

The power gained by burning her origin could only let her last a little longer under Luohu's hands.

She could not escape, nor could she save anyone.

The only thing she could do was use this life of hers to hold Luohu back as long as possible.

At another battlefront.

Hongyun looked