Star Wings Rush to Break the Deadlock, Two Douluo Risk Their Lives to Protect the Fallen Empress

Above the ruins of Jialing Pass's main hall, pale golden motes of light still drifted through the air—the lingering energy left behind by the Rakshasa Ghost Eye's impact. The External Soul Bone on Lin Zhixia's back, the Star Orbit Shadow Wing, suddenly unfurled. Silver-blue star patterns flowed across its surface as she shot through the air like a meteor, racing toward Tang San. The wind howled past her ears, and her gaze remained locked on the two figures at the center of the main hall, her heart already in her throat.

"Nana, observe the situation first. Don't act rashly!" Xie Yue grabbed Hu Liena, who was about to rush out, his brows tightly furrowed. The aftershock of that strike had made his Soul Power churn violently; rushing in now would be nothing more than a futile death.

On the other side, Dai Mubai watched Lin Zhixia's retreating figure and clenched his White Tiger Claw tightly. He said in a low voice to the others behind him, "Those two Consecrators are overestimating themselves if they think they can stop us! Zhi Xia has gone to support Little San first. We'll follow right behind her and tear open a path no matter what!" Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, and the others answered in unison. Their Soul Power erupted at once as they launched a fierce assault toward the main hall, attempting to hold back the remaining Spirit Hall Empire troops nearby.

At the center of the main hall, Bibi Dong braced herself against a shattered palace wall and barely remained standing. Her body trembled faintly beneath her black robes from having exhausted her Soul Power, yet her eyes still gleamed with madness. "Wasn't I gambling as well? That Rakshasa Ghost Eye just now exhausted every last bit of my remaining Soul Power and