Daoist Donghua had once fought Qi Wu. Given the Qilin Saint Son's pride, their evenly matched battle had made them friends through crossed fists.
Now, with this Daoist from White Jade Capital joining forces with Qi Wu, their side's strength had surged.
Red Cloud's expression grew anxious. Their own Saint Son Feng Wei was wounded; only Xu Yan of Colorful Cloud City had the strength to match those three.
Xia Guang, Caiyun, Jiao Chu, and the others were all trapped among the whales, unable to escape.
What were they to do?
Qi Wu's voice rang out. "Feng Wei, don't waste your effort. You should know our clan's Qilin Treasure Art. That strike planted Qilin Power inside you. You won't unravel it anytime soon."
"To break our clan's Qilin Power, you need Qilin blood or the intervention of a cultivator with a ninth-tier Fruit Status."
"Since Li Hong and I have joined forces this time, I won't hold back. Fail to kill a snake, and it will turn around and bite you."
Feng Wei's expression darkened. A current of force coursed through her body, weaving through meridians tempered by countless trials. Even with her present cultivation, she could not expel it, only barely suppress it.
It left her in unbearable pain, her strength drastically reduced-perhaps only thirty percent remained.
The Holy Maiden of the Origin Phoenix Clan looked at Qi Wu and said, "You came alone. Aren't you afraid Li Hong will go to the Jianmu Divine Palace and take the Divine Fruit?"
Qi Wu shook his head. "He went to intercept another group. That's why I came."
Another group?
Qi Wu made no attempt to conceal it. "Besides our Demon Race, the Demon Cult wants a share of this Jianmu Assembly too. They've infiltrated the Jianmu Secret Realm."
Red Cloud