Amid a muffled cracking sound, one side of the carriage shattered—right where Yu Ci was sitting.
Yu Ci shifted sideways by a little over a foot a step ahead, letting wood splinters and protective true baleful intent collide, yet he still maintained an upright sitting posture. It was not that he wanted to put on airs, but in his senses, the moment the chill wind penetrated, means had already been cast outside the carriage. If he had jumped out, that truly would have been called rash.
What was gratifying was that Guan Zheng indeed lived up to his illustrious background; with a formidable enemy right before them, he still possessed the composure to build his Qi. His treasured sword was already in his hand, though not yet unsheathed, only holding sword intent amassed without releasing it. Yu Ci gathered Qi into a thread to have a brief exchange with him, and Guan Zheng understood immediately.
They had only this fleeting moment. The enemy's strength was far above theirs, and they were still in a bustling district at this time; what the foe wanted was to strike and succeed, then immediately flee afar.
A sharp screech exploded. Beyond shaking souls and startling spirits, gloomy yin Qi operated and transformed, two white bone giant hands piercing through the void, stirring up ghastly white vapor to simultaneously attack the two people in the carriage.
"Watch out, these are White Bone Soul Claws!"
Guan Zheng issued a hasty warning. This thing looked substantive, but actually it was condensed from yin Qi, shifting between illusory and real—extremely vexing.
Especially the person executing the move was definitely a Void Stepping expert. That gloomy, smoke-like aura could vastly interfere with a Core Formation cultivator's senses, forming comprehensive suppression. Guan Zheng clearly saw the claw attacking, yet it