The stunning female cultivator, dressed in embroidered finery and skirts, seemed dazed, letting Pei Ling approach.
Just as Pei Ling reached out, about to touch her skirt, Yan Minghua's features quietly shifted. In the blink of an eye, she had become Ji Lu.
Pei Ling didn't hesitate for an instant. He swung his saber again.
Ji Lu was cleaved in two on the spot. The saber qi continued onward, splitting the entire Illusion Realm in half as well.
It shattered like a mirror, countless shards tumbling down as the present world reappeared before his eyes.
Pain surged over him like a tide. Xuan Shan was in tatters, covered in wounds. Not far away, Ji Lu stood barefoot in white robes, her wide sleeves fluttering as she and the numerous Supreme Protectors struck out in unison once more. Countless pitch-black palm prints swiftly formed in the void, surging and roaring as they slammed down upon Pei Ling.
Pei Ling's voice turned icy as he spoke, the sound vast and resonant: "Reverse!"
As the words fell, Law power rippled outward in layer upon layer, shaking the entire world around them.
Yet the Ben Shi Ji Qi Ding hung high in the air, and as the formation quietly revolved, neither Ji Lu nor the numerous Supreme Protectors of the Innate Religion was affected in the slightest. Their palm strikes, some bone-chillingly cold, others blazing with fiery yang energy, landed on Pei Ling's body in an instant.
Boom!!!
In that instant, Pei Ling had no idea how many attacks had struck him. He was knocked from the sky and crashed into the ground, blasting a vast crater open with a thunderous impact. Its jagged, cracked edges formed countless spiderweb-like fissures that raced in every direction.
Amid a gurgling rush of blood, Pei Ling rose