Oblivion shifted direction, coming from their bodies. In an instant, it devoured the spiritual energy within them.
A force of law became a sword of death, cutting through their bodies from within.
Golden snakes writhed, dazzling Hua Ruyu and the other two.
The zombie-like Fatty and Dongfang Guanyun seemed frozen in place by golden serpents of lightning, unable to move.
So instead of rushing to fight Wang Xian, they hurried to deal with the lightning striking them. The three abandoned Wang Xian and rushed toward Fatty and Dongfang Guanyun.
To Meng Tongtian, the lightning that landed on the two men, terrifying as golden serpents, was a trifling matter—something he could erase with a flick of his fingers or a wave of his sleeve.
He stepped forward as casually as if strolling through a courtyard.
The wind gradually died down.
A breath of spring breeze brushed past Meng Tongtian and blew toward Fatty and Dongfang Guanyun.
Meng Tongtian waved his sleeve, erasing the golden-serpent-like lightning on Fatty and Dongfang Guanyun.
Hua Ruyu gave a soft cry. "Don't be afraid. It's just demonic sorcery!"
Feng Sanniang looked at Wang Xian and smiled. "What other powerful demonic tricks do you have? Why not use them all at once?"
The golden serpents vanished, but Fatty Nalan Feng and the scholar Dongfang Guanyun remained as stiff as zombies.
Pain crossed both their faces. Dongfang Guanyun looked at Hua Ruyu and forced out a single sentence. "Run..."
Pain—and even despair—surfaced in Fatty Nalan Feng's eyes.
A drop of blood fell from the corner of Nalan Feng's mouth.
He glanced at his severed arm.
The wind blew past, and the smooth, jade-like wound where his arm had been suddenly split open. Blood sprayed like an arrow, splashing across Meng Tongtian's face in an instant and staining his