At that moment, Si Hong Hanrong was using the body of Song Qiongzi, whom Si Hong Miaoli had disguised herself as.
As her white robes fluttered, the delicate, elegant female cultivator wore a placid expression. She reached out with a slender, pale hand, her fingertips tinged with a faint pink. At a glance, she seemed utterly harmless.
Yet at the same time, space throughout the Vacuum Spirit Transformation Great Array seemed to freeze. That bare hand came down as if from beyond the heavens, blotting out the sky and covering the sun, immense and towering. The entire array seemed no more than a toy in its palm, too fragile to withstand a single blow!
The four female cultivators had already helped one another into a corner, but they still felt immense pressure crash down on them, threatening to grind them to dust. Their instincts screamed warnings of unprecedented danger. Yet facing that hand, they couldn't bring themselves to resist at all. They stood there, dumbstruck, left with no choice but to await their deaths.
Pei Ling furrowed his brow, formed a blade with the four fingers of his right hand, and gave a slight slash forward.
Swish!
Saber qi surged forth like a river, and blood-red light flooded his entire field of vision.
The peerless, razor-sharp saber intent instantly cut through the frozen space. Though its momentum had greatly diminished, it continued on toward Si Hong Miaoli's arm.
Si Hong Hanrong looked slightly surprised and was about to act when his cultivation aura suddenly dropped by a notch. He froze as well, forgetting what he had been about to do.
Still, as the Old Ancestor of the Si Hong Clan, he quickly recovered.
He then raised Si Hong Miaoli's right hand. A Blood Shield engraved with intricate patterns appeared in