They knew what fate awaited them after Ling Tian and the others sealed them away. So Blood Fire had resolutely damaged his own cultivation to perform a peculiar secret art, temporarily restoring his strength to its peak. With a thunderous shout, a massive palm of energy descended from the sky. The palm was dense and solid, its might astonishing—probably even a few notches stronger than the one he had unleashed before.
Knowing what would happen if that palm struck them, Xi Yue and the others resolutely launched their attacks.
The Purple Gold Divine Bell slammed into it. Amid a deep, resonant clang, the bell was knocked back, and Xi Yue's body trembled slightly. Her lovely face was deathly pale, and blood welled from the corner of her mouth. She was in no better shape than Golden Eagle or Mo Fei. Clearly, that single strike had left her gravely wounded too.
After Xi Yue, four or five more cultivators brought out their Order Divine Artifacts to intercept the palm. They followed in Xi Yue's footsteps, but by then the palm of energy had dimmed and was nearly gone, no longer posing any threat to the group.
Haotian Tower shielded Ling Tian and the others completely. She trembled faintly beneath the palm of energy, but the aura of an Order Divine Artifact surged around her, easily shattering it. Ling Tian and the others, whom she protected, were barely affected.
As the dust settled, everyone looked up and saw that Blood Fire had used the moment they were occupied with the palm to escape the encirclement and put some distance between himself and them. To their surprise, though, he did not flee. Instead, he faced them from afar.
"He actually escaped. Looks like Blood Fire only had enough strength for one strike after