Race Against Time

All of this efficient restraint and planning stemmed from those icy-calm eyes in the rear. Xiao Yi Xian stood some distance away, her robes fluttering amid the turbulent energy currents. Her gaze remained tranquil and undisturbed as she silently watched over the entire battlefield.

Long before Xiao Yan had decided to stake everything on this gamble, she had already begun planning how to help him accomplish it. They fully exploited the Spirit Clan's reluctance to act against Lei Jingxiao because of his Thunder Clan status, while using Zi Yan's unpredictable spatial abilities to keep them in check. The two of them remained on the periphery, completely tying down Ling He, a Dou Sheng expert.

Clearly, her arrangements had worked.

"That brat from the Thunder Clan is too troublesome. Ling Fengzhui, take control of this formation. I'll personally capture that boy!" Ling He raged, Dou Qi surging violently around her.

"No!" Ling Fengzhui directly rejected Ling He's idea.

"Our foremost task is to guard the Space Imprisonment formation and ensure that the Grand Elder's side suffers no interference. Elder Ling He, you are the only Dou Sheng here capable of acting independently, and you are also a core force of the Space Imprisonment formation. If you leave to pursue Lei Jingxiao, I won't even discuss whether you can succeed. But if it creates weak points in the formation's defenses and gives Xiao Yan's group the chance to launch a fierce assault and break it, who will bear the consequences?"

"Fine, then what do you suggest we do? Watch Xiao Yan fuse his fire lotus?" There was no small amount of anger in Ling He's voice.

"Of course not. Xiao Yan—I'll handle him!"

He immediately flashed out of the formation, handing full control of the Space Imprisonment formation over to Ling He.