Golden light streaked across the ruins overhead.
Jiang Yuechu held the Ten Directions Mountain and River Staff and followed Immortal Lord Guanlan's trajectory of descent.
Behind her came Fairy Azure Sea's shrill roar and the clash of True Lord Ling Han's razor-sharp Sword Qi.
Purple qi and azure-blue sword radiance churned madly through the heavens, tearing shocking fissures across half the sky.
But none of that had anything to do with her now.
Since True Lord Ling Han had agreed to handle this, he would naturally hold that woman back.
She only needed to do her own part.
The golden light suddenly withdrew.
Jiang Yuechu landed steadily atop a collapsed hill.
Her gaze swept below.
Not far away, the continuous mountain wall had been smashed into a ravine dozens of zhang deep.
Broken stones and splintered trees lay piled within it. A remnant of crimson python-patterned robes hung from a jagged outcrop, swaying in the wind.
At the end of the ravine, the mountainside had caved inward into a massive human-shaped pit.
Immortal Lord Guanlan was embedded at its bottom.
His crimson python-patterned robes had long since been shredded into strips. The golden scales along both sides of his face had shattered and fallen away over large areas, exposing the mangled flesh beneath.
Most of his chest had caved in, his ribs protruding outward amid shattered organs and congealed dark-red clots of blood.
That kick had nearly taken half his life.
Jiang Yuechu leaped down along the ravine.
The hem of her black robes silently brushed past the rubble.
When she landed, bits of stone rolled with faint crackling sounds.
An exceedingly slight noise.
Yet that tiny disturbance made the broken body at the bottom of the pit tremble faintly.
Immortal Lord Guanlan laboriously moved his fingers, struggling to open