Then, a surging tide of demonic energy erupted from his body, forcibly blasting open a gap in the endless sword shadows wide enough for one person to pass through.
He unleashed his Minor Accomplishment in the Space Laws to its full extent. His whole body became a streak of black light, shooting across the sky and through the gap in an instant.
"Little Lion sure was quick to react!"
Watching the lion's departing figure, Leng Ningshuang let a faintly mocking smile play across her lips.
The next moment, she raised both palms high, then brought them down in an instant.
One sword shadow, gathered from endless frost, swept toward the White Crane Ancestor in a vast, overwhelming torrent, while another chased after the lion's vanishing figure.
In the blink of an eye, the White Crane Ancestor—who had just staggered to its feet with difficulty—was blasted away again.
Only after seeing that Leng Ningshuang's gaze had not lingered on it, but had instead gone after Little Lion, did it spit out a great mouthful of blood.
It let out a long sigh of relief, then struggled back to its feet, on the verge of death.
It had just begun to move, intending to follow and see how that Dao Alliance bitch planned to deal with the lion, when—
Its whole body toppled straight back to the ground. After enduring those two attacks, it had already reached its limit.
Daring not to take any chances, the White Crane Ancestor spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz to the two other Demon Ancestors hovering above, their gazes vacant. "Quick... take This Ancestor back to the Ten Thousand Demon Lair to recover..."
"Elder Sister White Crane, don't worry. The Ten Thousand Demon Lair won't forget your immense contributions."
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