The wind swept past, tousling Li Huìru's black hair.
Overcome with grief and indignation, Nalan Liuli suddenly turned around and gazed in the direction they had come from. "Master, people from the Academy are here," she murmured.
Before she could finish speaking, she darted toward the newcomers.
Still in midair, she couldn't help crying out, "Mingyue, hurry! That demon is right up ahead..."
At her words, Dongfang Mingyue waved her hand. Her spirit sword flashed free, and she leapt into the air like an immortal maiden, slashing toward the distance.
"Clang..."
A long rainbow of Sword Qi split the void, bearing the force to cleave heaven and earth. The men and women from the three great sects fell silent in an instant.
Liu Chenyu spoke up in confusion. "There's a formation here..."
Jiang Yun'er shook her head. "This is insane. If that sword can hurt the demon, I'll take your name." Murong Yu glared at her daughter, signaling her not to make the others look good at a time like this.
The young woman gave a sharp cry, spirit sword in hand, and shot into the sky.
Wind and sand rose across the desert. A streak of sword light poured down like a mighty river.
Just as everyone thought her strike would miss, Wang Xian raised a hand and activated the trapping formation.
A faint golden glimmer flickered and vanished in the endless yellow sand. No one even saw what had happened.
Looking up at the young woman in midair, Wang Xian drawled, "Impressive!"
Only Wuyue heard those words.
Dongfang Mingyue, still in the air, was like a rainbow streaking across the heavens. After unleashing an unmatched sword strike, she flew into the formation that everyone had been unable to break.
For a moment, everyone stood dumbstruck.
Everyone except the