"This..."
Lin Feiyan looked at the back blocking her path.
A breeze swept past.
A sudden warmth rose in her fair cheeks.
Earlier, outside the sect, her opponent had subdued her with one hand and pinned her firmly to the ground.
She could have excused that by saying she had always focused on spells and was unskilled at close-quarters combat.
But now.
At this life-or-death moment.
She, a mighty cultivator at the Seventh Rank of Chess-Player, actually had to rely on an outsider with a cultivation of only the First or Second Rank to save the day.
Her dignity was utterly lost.
Lin Feiyan gritted her teeth, then her gaze suddenly fell upon the robe on the girl's body.
Black water-cloud patterns flowed and surged across it, faintly radiating spiritual power.
So she was relying on a spiritual artifact...
Lin Feiyan froze for a moment.
Her heart immediately eased.
No wonder she could withstand the Seventh Rank Demon's enraged strike.
It turned out she was relying on the exceptionally high-grade defensive spiritual artifact she wore.
The Dao Sect had deep foundations, and as a personal disciple, Lin Feiyan knew her treasures.
A spiritual-artifact robe of this level could indeed protect its wearer.
Thinking of this.
Lin Feiyan hurried forward and lowered her voice. "Junior Sister Jiang, thank you for coming to my aid... But this demon is truly at the Seventh Rank of Chess-Player. Ordinary means cannot contend with it. Your cultivation is still shallow. Even with a spiritual artifact, you won't be able to hold out for long. While the robe's power still lasts, take them and leave at once. Return to the sect and report this. I'll hold it off here!"
She said she would hold it off.
Truthfully, she wasn't confident she could.
But it was still