Lin Qi coughed from the side. With a casual flick of his finger, a black gust shrieking piercingly shot toward Yin-Yang. Yin-Yang instinctively chanted a spell. Dull booms rang out in rapid succession, and the ground trembled violently as layer upon layer of bone walls, each more than a foot thick, erupted around him, sealing him securely within.
The gust was like a sharp blade, the bone walls like firewood. Twisting and tearing through the air, the black wind savagely shredded the bone walls. One wall after another shattered, yet more continued to rise. The gust advanced more slowly than the bone walls could form, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of thick bone walls had encircled Yin-Yang and every ancient clan descendant at his side.
"This is a trap! All descendants, join forces and break out!"
Lin Qi had suddenly struck, and Mr. Mo had stepped forward to confirm that he had already neutralized the sinister measures Yin-Yang had arranged on that small island two hundred miles away. Nothing more needed to be said. This was a conspiracy, a naked conspiracy, one designed specifically for Yin-Yang and his party.
Ximen Feng let out a shriek of mingled shame and fury. Her aura abruptly withdrew, and all the essence, Qi, and spirit in her body collapsed inward with full force. Even her gaze dimmed, while her hair turned coarse and withered. In that instant, Ximen Feng seemed to shrink from a tiny sun blazing with boundless brilliance into an inconspicuous stone.
A vast aura circulated within Ximen Feng, flowing through her broad and astonishingly resilient Qi channels. At first, the enormous mass of energy stretched her channels like a little grass snake that had swallowed an ostrich egg, nearly bursting them apart. But as the energy mass circulated