Zou Wanqing's flute music still drifted up from the void, long and lilting.
Only, when Wu Minghui, Ye Jingyu, and the others on their own side heard it, their fighting spirit blazed high.
When the Wind Origin Clan heard it, however, their storm spirit bodies began to turn chaotic one after another. Only that Seventh Stage Wind Origin clansman could barely withstand it.
Seeing this, Wu Minghui's mind shook.
"Perfect timing!" He brought another palm down, scattering that giant storm sword completely.
At the same time, a pale blue spiritual light emerged. The rain in the sky grew even more torrential, veiling over with layers upon layers of misty rain and fog.
A Dharma Manifestation of a figure in a straw cloak appeared within the rain.
The straw cloak on its body actually scattered in its entirety, turning into fine needles that stabbed toward the storm spirit body.
Of course, the most fatal thing was that hidden among those soft straw-cloak needles was a Heaven-Reaching spirit treasure—the Rain-Transforming Abyss-Suppressing Needle.
This needle was like rain, like a shuttle, extraordinarily fine and slender, yet it moistened things in silence. It was a sharp weapon for ambushes.
Before this, who knew how many cultivators had suffered under this needle of his.
He had even used it to slay cultivators at the early stage of Void Refinement.
Clang! Yet just when Wu Minghui thought he could succeed, a large ring of purple suddenly appeared before that needle.
This purple quickly transformed into purple crystal armor, stacking layer upon layer.
The spirit needle stabbed into it, but after sinking half a zhang deep, it could no longer advance an inch.
It was not that the treasure was not sharp, but that the technique before him was likewise extraordinary!
"Scorpion Crystal Race!" Wu Minghui's expression