Ling Que had not spoken yet when, not far away, War Dragon White Night punched straight at him. "What are you wasting your breath for? The White Night Clan doesn't need to wag its tail and beg anyone for mercy."
War Dragon White Night's punch turned into a visible gust of force that blasted the ground apart. Ling Que dodged with ease and raised a hand. Ju Que Saber shot through the void and vanished. War Dragon White Night's expression changed. He slammed his fists together, and in an instant the void warped. Wave after wave of air spread outward from him, blocking Ju Que Saber as it pierced through the void and stabbed toward him. Its power was greatly diminished. Though it still drew a thin line of blood, it could not seriously injure War Dragon White Night.
This was the way War Dragon White Night had finally thought of, after a long time, to counter Ju Que Saber.
Liu Shaoqiu had used Second Sword to form a defense, turning offense into defense. He could do the same by punching himself, generating enough force to create defensive waves of air.
Ling Que was surprised. "Interesting."
Nearby, Night King Yan Qing cursed War Dragon White Night for his foolishness. She did not hesitate to fight. Her eyes flashed with purple pupils, and she suddenly called out, "Brother Ling!"
Ling Que instinctively looked toward her and met her purple gaze.
In an instant, Ling Que's feet turned to stone, and the petrification rapidly spread. This was Night King Yan Qing's innate ability, Purple Eyes, which could turn anything to stone.
Ling Que raised an eyebrow. His body suddenly shuddered, and then a second Ling Que appeared. This was a spirit split, while the original Ling Que, who had been petrified, gradually