"What!?"
Jiang Xueshan's expression changed drastically. With a single stride, he rushed in front of Xian Wutong, sword held crosswise in his hand, his face filled with tension.
"Duanmu Chi!"
Xian Wutong's face darkened to the extreme as she pronounced the newcomer's name, one word at a time.
Yet in the small hand hidden within her sleeve, an extra crystal had already appeared.
She suddenly exerted force. Crack!
The crystal instantly turned into a cloud of powder.
"Hm? A call for help?"
Hearing the crystal shatter, Duanmu Chi first frowned, then threw back his head and laughed. "Little beauty, I know every detail about your group. Surely you don't think someone can really come save you just because you crushed a distress crystal? Hahaha..."
Xian Wutong's face alternated between green and purple.
The only reason she had chosen to crush the crystal was to gamble on the slightest possibility.
But she had never expected that Duanmu Chi, despite clearly having them in the palm of his hand, would remain so alert. The terror in her heart instantly reached its peak.
She had already sensed the aftershocks of battle from that direction.
If Qin Shaofeng's side lacked sufficient combat strength, or had some other problem that prevented them from coming to rescue her, or if they were held up, then it would be an enormous crisis for her as well!
The more she thought about it, the more worried she became.
If she truly fell into Duanmu Chi's hands, she could already imagine the kind of fate awaiting her.
Jiang Xueshan did not share her understanding.
Looking at Duanmu Chi's vicious expression, flames of hatred nearly burst from his eyes.
His teeth ground together with loud creaks.
If the gap in their cultivation had not been so immense that he had