"It's the Thunder Spirit! Such powerful spiritual pressure—it's actually at the Golden Core level! We absolutely cannot let Yu Qing get his hands on it!"
The supreme elder of the Wuji Sect's eyes shot out brilliant light as he shouted sharply.
"Seize the Thunder Spirit first!"
The Peng Demon King reacted the fastest. His enormous wings beat fiercely, whipping up a wild, violent demon wind, and his massive body suddenly accelerated, turning into a streak of golden light.
As demon qi spread, a huge golden claw, large enough to crush mountains, tore through the air and reached straight for the Thunder Spirit.
Yet the Thunder Spirit's figure was incomparably agile. In midair, it refracted again and again like lightning, changing direction more than a dozen times in an instant and narrowly, perilously avoiding the Peng Demon King's grasp. Then it turned and shot off to the side.
Yu Qing's face was as dark as water. Without a word, lightning flared around him, and he tried to circle past the Alliance of Immortals cultivators blocking his path and pounce straight at the Thunder Spirit.
But how could the Alliance of Immortals' experts let him have his way?
"Don't even think about it!"
True Person Xuanji of the Wuji Sect snorted coldly, and the Formation Disk he had prepared long ago flew from his hand. It swelled in the wind, instantly evolving into boundless sword light across the sky, forming a killing formation that poured down on Yu Qing like a torrential storm!
Almost at the same time, an incomparably beautiful noblewoman with a graceful figure, clad in form-fitting purple battle armor, arrived lightly on mysterious sword light and blocked Yu Qing's other side.
She looked to be about thirty, elegant and charming in bearing, her brows and eyes holding baleful intent.