At this moment, Dongfang Yi already showed signs of decline, and the Flying Rider Tribe cultivators, who had suffered heavy casualties, burst out with a hysterical attack. Even the spiritual eagles they rode were using their full strength. Especially the pillar-of-fire thunder magic arrow of the burly elder carried an even more terrifying aura. Seeing that Dongfang Yi was failing, the other three immensely powerful late-stage foreign cultivators immediately joined the fray to launch a fierce offensive, wanting to snatch the credit for killing the enemy Golden Core cultivator. With two more Dan-origin magical artifacts instantly added to the mix, Dongfang Yi's situation was truly dangerous to the extreme.
A trace of solemnity and sorrow also appeared on Dongfang Yi's face, as she never expected that she, a Golden Core cultivator, would ultimately die at the hands of a few Foundation Establishment cultivators. Even if she could manage to survive this wave of attacks by a fluke, she would probably be completely exhausted. Rather be a jade shattered than a tile intact; Dongfang Yi's beautiful eyes hardened as she swung the ice fan in her hand once more.
In the blazing clear sky, a fierce gale suddenly arose. Following the swing of the ice fan, a massive amount of ice thorns appeared in the air, sweeping toward the countless eagle feathers and the thunder-fire arrows.
Clang, clang, clang.
The eagle feathers, sharper than blades, actually emitted the sound of striking metal and stone when they hit the ice thorns. Yet, numerous as those eagle feathers were, they were battered into utter disarray by the ice thorns. Even those dozen-odd fire-thunder arrows, after shattering the ice thorns in succession, also exhausted their momentum and could no longer inflict any damage.
Clang, clang! As a huge volume of ice thorns shot forth,