Even if Seven-Colored chose to stand by and watch from across the river, there was nothing they could do about it.
He had only made that request in hopes of a slim chance, or perhaps to use some tactic to pressure Seven-Colored into lending a little strength.
This answer lay completely beyond what he had considered.
"You two just need to keep it tied down for this old man. You needn't concern yourselves with anything else."
Seven-Colored gave him no chance to think, already issuing the battle plan in a commanding tone.
Although Mo Ziqi still found it unbelievable,
his reaction was extremely swift.
No matter why Seven-Colored had made such a decision, it was clearly for the best if he was willing to do so.
Without hesitating for long,
he was the first to charge forward, wielding the whisk in his hand as though it were a battle saber.
Every strike whipped up howling gusts, brimming with ferocious might.
Zhen Wuqing had heard their exchange as well.
The remnant soul of an Eternal Expert was willing to join the battle.
So what if it was merely a remnant soul?
It had once been an Eternal existence, something far beyond their comparison. Even if its combat strength had greatly declined, even if it was inferior to either one of them, the sheer number and terror of its methods were beyond the imagination of the two of them.
The plain saber in his hand also swept forth with roaring force.
One before and one behind, the two instantly trapped the Suanni Phantom completely.
"Though these two little fellows' combat strength is nothing special, their fighting spirit is quite ample."
In the air, Seven-Colored smiled faintly.
His illusory remnant soul moved in an instant, wrapping the Suanni Phantom entirely within it.
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