"Space won't hold much longer..."
Among the Red Robes, Xin turned back as he spoke, his throat feeling dry.
It was not that he feared the strength of these young people.
He was simply frightened by the Throne-level commotion these Grandmaster-level youngsters had stirred up.
In the past, encountering even one genius capable of challenging above their rank was already quite something.
Yet now, they came one after another, each stronger than the last.
There was He Yuxing, who could wield Yousi Sword; Gu Qing'san, who could transform into the Heaven-Hanging Sword; and that sword-hugging swordsman whose sword, drawn merely two fingers' widths, could sever heaven and earth...
"This isn't right!"
"Does this even count as fighting above one's rank? They're clearly crossing an entire major realm—Grandmasters matching Thrones?"
As his gaze settled on the sword-hugging swordsman, Xin's eyes grew even more uncertain.
This was far more than merely matching them.
That single strike earlier would have been enough to slaughter ordinary Thrones, wouldn't it? "Get some people to reinforce the defenses. Spare some energy to stabilize the space around Sword-Severing Prairie. Try not to let it shatter any further."
Lan Ling remained expressionless.
She knew this was only the beginning. Turning around, she said, "Miss Zhi Wen, I may have to trouble you."
"You've deciphered the Heaven-Sealing Formation, haven't you? Use it to temporarily protect this space."
Had Yu Zhiwen not come, the responsibility of controlling the spiritual formations would have fallen upon Lan Ling.
But now, she had someone to take her place.
Though this girl's cultivation was not high, her understanding of spiritual formations was in no way inferior to Lan Ling's own.
With someone else taking on that task, Lan Ling was naturally free to extricate herself.
After all, if she had to operate the Thirty-Six