"No wonder you're Fairy Yue. This level of vigilance truly inspires admiration."
"However, Fairy Yue, your vigilance may be high, but as for your strength, that remains to be seen."
"My young master has taken a liking to you. I'll give you a choice now: obediently come with us, and you can avoid needless physical suffering. After all, my young master instructed us to be gentle with a flower as delicate as you."
"If you remain stubborn and insist on exchanging a few moves with us, then all we can say is that blades and swords have no eyes."
The leading man in black spoke sinisterly. As his voice fell, the surrounding starry sky was completely sealed off, and the space around them became incomparably viscous.
Yue Qingyi merely moved slightly, and her expression turned ugly.
With space turned so viscous, even moving had become extraordinarily difficult for her.
"When did they..."
Yue Qingyi cursed under her breath.
She had no idea when these people had made their move.
Five Golden Immortals at the eighth level, on top of a formation—this time, things were likely looking grim for her.
"It seems our Fairy Yue does not intend to come with us obediently. In that case, we can only use extraordinary means to take you away."
As soon as he finished speaking, five black shadows tightly encircled Yue Qingyi at the center, eyeing her like tigers watching prey.
Yue Qingyi gripped her longsword and calmly watched the scene before her. Though her face remained composed, the slight trembling of the hand holding her sword revealed the turmoil in her heart.
"Fairy Yue, forgive us. Move."
In the next instant, the five figures attacked simultaneously. Five powerful waves of pressure came crashing down, directly suppressing Yue Qingyi.
"Sever."
Yue Qingyi raised her