"Secret formation runes truly deserved to be one of our clan's most profound and unfathomable legacies!"
"It was only because that Ji Clan genius secret formation master was formidable. If she had not presided over this formation, we would have long since brushed off our sleeves and left..."
Those thin layers of dharma nets had, in a single thought, withstood the frenzied bombardment of four late Hundred Heng Level and even peak Hundred Heng Level beings. It was nothing short of a miracle, and these masked figures could not help but marvel.
In their eyes, Ji Muqing, who presided over the Great Eternal Ascent Formation, was astonishingly gifted. It would be such a pity for her to be buried here alongside Xia Cangxuan.
Though they thought so, their attacks grew fiercer with every strike. They had almost brought out every last bit of their ability.
The scant restraint they retained was only to avoid leaving behind their own aura at the scene. They had done their utmost!
Li Qingyun's gaze flashed like lightning as he swept his eyes across the wrecked ship through the tidal-wave-like bombardment of secret energy.
That glance gave him a faint sensation.
"Eh? That woman of the Ji Clan is unfamiliar to me, yet she seems to have some connection with this poor Daoist?"
He pinched his fingers in calculation, then could not help shaking his head slightly.
"So she was the one the Ji Clan had once intended to marry to me. Later, both the Ji Clan and I simply chose to overlook the matter. In consideration of that connection, this poor Daoist ought to save your life, but today's matter is not for me to decide..."
He turned his head aside, unwilling to watch her be blasted into a pulp the next moment.
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