Han Jiu Yi's beautiful eyes quietly swept over Dongfang Chun Jun's face.
Dongfang Chun Jun could strike at any moment...
Luo Zheng could exchange the lives of more than twenty people at Great Perfection for his own escape. That move was nearly flawless; considering the strength of a Lower True God, it could be said to have reached the absolute limit.
Unfortunately, it was still far from enough...
Han Jiu Yi could only let out a long sigh inwardly.
Just then, the originally dark sky began to brighten.
The female clan leader, who had remained silent all this time, announced flatly, "Ling Ri, it's over."
The female clan leader did not seem to care whether Luo Zheng lived or died. Even when Luo Zheng obtained the imperial seal and the Saints threatened her, she had not said a word.
"Swish... swish..."
The watery passage that had appeared in the center of the Nine Towers began to slowly dissipate.
The Saints' attention temporarily shifted from Luo Zheng to the Nine Towers.
"Now!"
A trace of decisiveness flashed deep in her pupils. She could not possibly let Luo Xiao's son die here!
She lightly tapped the air with the tip of her toe.
A violet circular mist spread through the air along her toe...
"Great Purple Qi Technique, Purple Heaven Forbidden Ground, Bewitching Mist!"
Before any of the True Gods and Saints could react, the violet mist spread across the entire island in an instant.
The mist transformed into individual circular spaces, enveloping all the Saints and True Gods within them!
All the Saints in midair were suddenly shrouded in rings of violet mist. The moment they were enveloped, the surrounding Space Law seemed to change completely. Each ring of violet mist was an independent space, and every sense connected to this