Qing Yunzi was just about to urge the secret art again when a thunderous shout suddenly exploded from within the formation: "Anyone who blocks my way—dies!" Before the words had even faded, a black streak tore through the air, so fast it left not even an afterimage, and slammed into Qing Yunzi's chest with a boom! His throat heated, and he vomited blood as his entire body was sent flying a hundred yards like a broken-stringed kite, crashing heavily onto the rocky ground. The onlookers in the distance cried out in shock as one!
Qing Yunzi staggered to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Fury burned in his eyes as he glared fixedly at the other side. Suddenly, Kong Xuan's figure beside Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan blurred, and he swept forward. Raising his hand and forming a spell seal, he sent the Spell of Universal Sweet Rain surging forth like a clear spring, directly flowing through Qing Yunzi's meridians—the churning, chaotic magical power instantly calmed like a mirror.
Qing Yunzi cupped his fists and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Holy Master, for your aid!"
Kong Xuan gave a slight nod, but his gaze suddenly turned icy as it fell upon the Jiu Li Tribe's formation. Cold light flashed in his eyes. With a light sweep of his figure, he was already standing between the two armies. Behind him, red, white, gold, green, and black divine radiance erupted with a boom, making heaven and earth lose their color. He spread his five fingers, streams of light surging as Five-colored Divine Light coiled around his fingertips. Then he reached toward the great formation in the air and grasped—
Boom!
A colossal five-colored hand condensed out of thin air, carrying the Momentum of Ten Thousand Jun,