Though he had confidence in his heart and remained guarded against the other party's attacks.
A Nascent Soul Cultivator's final counterattack before death still forced Chen Yunxiao to be exceedingly cautious. He defended with all his strength while spreading out his divine sense to search the surroundings.
Just as he wore a tense expression and searched everywhere for Situ Yan's whereabouts, a streak of golden light suddenly flashed beneath where the two were fighting and rapidly descended toward the mountaintop.
"Hmph! You old bastard, putting on airs when you still want to run."
Seeing this, Chen Yunxiao knew he had been tricked by the other party. Yet his face showed no great alarm; instead, a trace of mockery appeared.
Given Situ Yan's current condition, there was simply no way he could escape.
The reason he was putting on this desperate, all-or-nothing act was nothing more than a dying struggle, an attempt to carve out a sliver of hope for the remaining Lingyin Sect disciples on the mountaintop.
However, Baimeng Mountain was now surrounded on all sides by the many sects below the mountain.
These people all bore deep grudges against Lingyin Sect and wished they could tear everyone on the mountain to pieces. There was no way they would let them go.
Even if Situ Yan had not been injured, he would have had no chance of rescuing those below the mountain today, much less now, when he could scarcely save himself.
After snorting coldly where he stood, Chen Yunxiao immediately cast a spell to put away the magic treasures at his side, then turned and chased after him toward the mountaintop below.
Meanwhile, Situ Yan, transformed into a streak of golden light, had already arrived above the great formation at the mountaintop.
"All of you, get lost!"
After roaring