A calm female voice came from the woods to the side.
Zhou Wan emerged at a measured pace. Her clothes were torn in several places, and her face was still somewhat pale, but her breathing was steady and her gaze clear.
Her eyes swiftly swept over the situation in the field, and she had already made a preliminary judgment of Ling Anxin and Beiming Li's conditions. Rather than rashly approaching the center of the battle, she stopped at a distance where she could observe the whole field while remaining relatively safe.
Ling Anxin temporarily halted her prepared offensive. The corner of her eye glanced toward Zhou Wan, her gaze lingering briefly on the tears in Zhou Wan's robe. Her lips curled up almost imperceptibly into a faint, ambiguous smile, but she did not answer Zhou Wan's question.
Beiming Li's eyes turned cold at the sight. She and Zhou Wan had already formed a grudge before this. Now that Zhou Wan had appeared, seemingly acquainted with Ling Anxin, her vigilance grew even stronger.
She had always been decisive, with no patience for listening to the two of them trade veiled barbs, much less for falling into a situation where she might be pincered. Acting on the principle of striking first for the advantage, she boldly split her focus while maintaining her water blade suppression against Ling Anxin.
The five fingers of her left hand spread slightly, and several more solid, swifter water blades accelerated toward Ling Anxin, forcing her to continue dodging and defending. Meanwhile, her right hand suddenly swept toward Zhou Wan.
The Spirit Pool waters roared. Two deep-blue water dragons with savage heads and horns shot into the sky with howls, one to the left and one to the right, viciously pouncing toward the quietly standing Zhou Wan.
Beiming