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Just then, a deafening boom rang out, and the faint sound of White Moon Sword Venerable's scream came from afar.
Shi Yue turned to look. White Moon Sword Venerable had been sent flying, his left hand gone and his aura feeble.
White Moon Sword Venerable had entered the Mahayana Stage only recently, while Ning Wuque had been a Mahayana cultivator for several hundred years. This was Demon Burial Star, where Ning Wuque could command demonic energy and Magic Beasts. With the balance so heavily tilted, White Moon Sword Venerable was no match for him and had been injured when he let his guard down.
"Fellow Daoist Ximen, Fellow Daoist Yang, I'll go help Fellow Daoist Li. Deal with Mo Yunzi, and don't let him escape." Shi Yue called out before flying down beside White Moon Sword Venerable.
Just then, ripples spread above Shi Yue's head, and a several-hundred-zhang-wide Black Ghost Hand abruptly appeared and came crashing down.
Shi Yue had been prepared. He flicked his right hand, sending a vast swath of fierce sword light sweeping out to strike the Black Ghost Hand.
A series of rumbles rang out as the Black Ghost Hand was chopped to pieces by the dense sword light.
"Are you all right, Fellow Daoist Li?" Shi Yue asked with concern.
He regretted not bringing Xiaoyaozi along. Still, Shi Yue couldn't be blamed. If the Situ Family hadn't changed its mind at the last minute and left them one Mahayana cultivator short, they wouldn't have been at a disadvantage.
"Alliance Leader, I'm not seriously hurt. I'm no match for him." White Moon Sword Venerable gave a bitter smile, his voice weak.
When he had reached the Body Integration Realm, Ning Wuque had only been in the Spirit Transmutation Realm. Several thousand years had passed,