Yang Zhengshan's expression darkened. "Senior, save me!"
Right now, he could still block this blow, but his Divine Wood Treasure Cauldron had already reached a perilous state.
After all, the Divine Wood Treasure Cauldron had only advanced not long ago. Its Spirit of Artifact had not even fully grown, and its functions had not been nurtured, so its defensive ability could not be considered powerful.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle~~"
A soft laugh sounded, like fingertips twisting silk thread into loops, each note wrapped in warm, gentle breath. At the end, it gave a light little turn, seeming to fall yet not fall, and was even more shiver-inducing than that soul-hooking tune.
And amid that laughter, Chiyuan's Zhenyue Seal actually lost control. It no longer smashed toward Yang Zhengshan, but instead spun in midair.
The square seal, a zhang wide, hopped and twirled, giving the impression of a little dog that had seen its master—only lacking a tail wagging nonstop.
The next instant, a figure descended from the air.
Suddenly, a wisp of sweet fragrance drifted over, like a spring breeze carrying peach blossom petals as it crashed into the deadlocked aura.
The wind stilled first. The knuckles of Chiyuan's spell-forming hand paused for half a beat, and the Divine Wood Treasure Cauldron Yang Zhengshan held before him also leaked half its spiritual power. It was not restrained by some technique, but because that green mist spreading out from the void was far too abrupt. Wherever the silver radiance wrapped within the mist flowed, even heaven and earth softened by thirty percent.
Her moon-white gauze dress swept across the void like flowing water, and the fox-shaped cloud patterns embroidered in gold thread on the gauze rose and fell gently with her breathing, like countless curled-up spirit foxes swimming through the fabric.
"Ah,