On Pingxin's cool, elegant face, there was not the slightest fear.
A surging power erupted from within her body, forcibly blocking Luohu's spear strike that he had been certain would land.
The tip of the God-Slaying Spear stopped three inches before her, unable to advance another inch.
"Burning your origin?"
Luohu let out a cold snort. With a flick of his wrist, devil Qi on the spear shaft swelled violently, trying to forcefully tear open this final barrier.
Pingxin paid him no heed. Borrowing the brief respite won by burning her origin, she abruptly turned, raised her hand, and struck out with a palm toward another battle group.
There, with the Earth Book above his head, Zhen Yuanzi was already beset by danger on every side under the joint assault of two Hunyuan from the Devil Race.
Pingxin's palm was meant to tear open a path of escape for Zhen Yuanzi.
"You still want to save someone in front of me?"
Luohu's furious shout rang out behind her.
He gave up continuing to assassinate Pingxin. In a flash, his figure appeared before that palm force.
The God-Slaying Spear swept out horizontally, easily tearing Pingxin's palm force to pieces.
"Your opponent is me."
Luohu's figure pressed in again, his offensive coming in an unbroken chain, pinning Pingxin firmly in place.
Pingxin looked at the attack Luohu had so easily dissolved, and her heart sank.
She knew that she no longer had any chance to help anyone else.
The power gained by burning her origin could only let her hold on under Luohu's hand for a little while longer.
She could not escape, nor could she save anyone.
The only thing she could do was use this life of hers to hold Luohu back as long as possible.
At another battle group.