You Hong looked around. Of the Xiantian Realm warriors who had come at his command, only four remained—all loyal subordinates.
Shi Lan had killed six Xiantian Realm warriors with her bow earlier. Half of them had been his bodyguards. The losses were severe.
A halberd gleam tore through the air. Shi Lan had struck again, and the oncoming wind pressure sent You Hong's temples whipping wildly.
You Hong's expression turned icy. The flush that had only just faded from his face surged back, and his arms suddenly swelled. Then he let out a long roar:
"Kill her!"
"Riiip—"
His sleeves burst apart under the strain of his enlarged arms, breaking into shreds. The veins bulged across his bare arms, his blood vessels clearly visible.
"Haah—"
He unleashed several palm strikes, each more than ten zhang across. You Hong's eyes were bloodshot, his face crimson, and white steam billowed from his head. He had pushed himself to his limit.
Whoosh!
Several streaks of astral energy slashed at Shi Lan from every direction, sealing off every avenue of escape above, below, and on either side.
"Crack—"
Shi Lan tightened her grip on the halberd shaft and shifted to defense. The halberd swept across like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves, instantly dispersing the incoming astral energy with a string of sharp cracks!
Her blood surged more violently with every passing moment. Yet as the flow intensified, Shi Lan's face did not flush; instead, it paled. A translucent sheen, like polished jade, spread across the surface of her skin.
The enormous palm print had already reached overhead. Feeling its fierce wind cut like blades, Shi Lan narrowed her eyes. Her halberd sprang up as she stretched every muscle and bone, refusing to dodge as she charged straight into it!
Whoosh—
The halberd shaft