"Despicable!"
"A dignified Mahayana cultivator, resorting to such vile methods!"
Yi Ji gritted her teeth and glared viciously at Song Wen, as though she wished she could devour his flesh and drink his blood.
Yet upon closer inspection, traces of shock could also be seen in her eyes.
Although Yang Yu had used shameless means to divert her attention just now, he had expended no fewer than two Death-Substitute Puppets in order to severely wound Shi Qingcang.
He used such life-saving treasures as though they were low-grade talismans, without the slightest hesitation or hint of regret.
Where did his confidence come from?
Had he staked everything on defeating the three of them?
Or did he possess so many Death-Substitute Puppets that they were inexhaustible, leaving him no need to cherish them at all?
Yi Ji's thoughts were in turmoil, but her movements did not slow.
Her hands swiftly formed several hand seals.
At once, the crimson-white flames hovering above her head transformed into a fire phoenix.
"Screech—"
The fire phoenix blotted out the clouds and sun as it let out a piercing cry.
With a spread of its wings, it charged straight toward Song Wen and the others.
"Yuan Rong, we'll hold them off. Hurry and set up the formation."
After saying this, Xuan Li immediately directed the Moon Wheel forward, wrapped in dazzling clear radiance. It truly resembled a bright moon as it met the fire phoenix head-on.
The two collided with a resounding boom, unleashing thunderous roars and violent waves of energy.
The clear radiance surrounding the Moon Wheel instantly scattered, and the Moon Wheel was sent flying backward.
The blazing white flames around the fire phoenix also dimmed somewhat.
Its enormous body paused sharply in midair. Then, with a beat of its wings, it shot forth once