"Senior Brother Xu, we're saved! There really was a thread of hope!" The hawk-nosed cultivator at their head watched the distant cultivator display her strength and cried out in delight.
Without hesitation, he activated his spirit treasure and launched a deadly attack at another member of the Jade Soul Race.
His spirit treasure was unlike ordinary ones: a bronze candlestick burning with a special spirit flame. Although the flame could not compare to a sixth-stage natural spirit flame, its fiery might was extraordinary. It could also transform into all manner of magical swords. Bolstered by the divine domain's Heavenly Watchtower, the fire swords were so condensed that crimson patterns were visible on their surfaces.
There was not just one fire sword, but eleven, secretly arranged into a sword formation of extraordinary power.
He had only been thrown into disarray earlier because three Spirit Transformation members of the Jade Soul Race had attacked him together.
The other member of the Red Jade Soul Race had wanted to help fend off the attack, but upon seeing the sword formation approach, it had no choice but to stop and form hand seals.
It first brought out a magical treasure of its own, a frost-white bowl. As the bowl descended over the area, countless rays of cold light gathered within it, making the fire swords hiss. Countless ice swords followed—a veritable storm of freezing blades.
The fire swords' power plummeted in an instant, and in the end, they turned into ice crystals and dispersed.
At the sight, a faint smile crept onto the Red Jade Soul Race member's lips. It chanted again, and a ripple of jade light spread out the next moment.
As that jade light emerged, the Jade Soul Race member's body shrank by a fifth, making it look especially comical.
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