Daoist Cihang let out a long howl that tore like silk. He raised his hand and brought out the Willow Jade Bottle, pointing its mouth toward the heavens and the churning sea of clouds, just as he was about to draw in the water and gather the thunder—when he suddenly felt a chill run down his back. A heavy fist wrapped in chaotic energy silently slammed into him! Caught completely off guard, his protective immortal light shattered on impact. His throat turned sweet, and he spat out a great mass of crimson-gold Blood Mist with a "pu." His entire body flew a hundred yards like a kite with its string cut, smashing into the void and making it hum and tremble.
In an instant, a purple-white divine thunderbolt burst through the clouds, carrying howling Wind Blades and the chilling edge of a Kui Water blade as it came crashing down upon him!
Daoist Cihang's organs had shifted, and his magic power was sluggish as a frozen spring. He could only watch the Killing Move close in, when a streak of purple qi suddenly wrapped around his waist. The Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe rose on its own, bursting with ten thousand rays of purple light that condensed into a dome-shaped shield. With three crisp clangs, it forcibly blocked the combined killing force of thunder, wind, and water!
Five figures arrived in an instant. Chi followed close behind and withdrew the immortal robe, then stepped forward and hurriedly cupped his hands. "Senior Brother, can you still hold on?"
Daoist Cihang wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and breathed slightly harder. "Fortunately, the other side held back by thirty percent. Otherwise, that strike might have shattered my thousand-year Dao foundation!" He then raised his head and called loudly toward the