"Rest assured! Today, they... must die!"
The Scarred Face Cultivator's veins bulged all over his body, his fury soaring to the heavens.
The moment he finished speaking, the formation flag in his hand moved again.
Inside the room, wild winds stirred into waves. The surging formation fluctuations once more transformed into dense Wind Blades, pouring down like a tempest of pear blossoms upon Ning Caiyun and Mu Feiyan.
Seeing the Third-Rank Demonic Beast driven back, the faint glimmer that had just risen in Ning Caiyun and Mu Feiyan's eyes dimmed once more.
Then, faced with this dense assault, fierce as a raging storm, they had nowhere to hide and no means to resist.
Endless despair spread like dark clouds, shrouding them both. In their hearts... not a shred of hope remained.
"I never thought that, in the end... we still couldn't escape death. Feiyan, I was the one who dragged you down."
"What are you saying, Big Sister? If you hadn't found me amid the waves back then and raised me, there would be no Mu Feiyan today. To have recognized you as my big sister in this life, I would die without regret. In the next life, we will still be sisters."
Amid their despair, the two exchanged a glance.
Their expressions became calm at that moment. Death was unavoidable; they could only face it with composure.
However, just as they closed their eyes and prepared to meet death at the very brink between life and death—
A mysterious force suddenly descended, enveloping the entire room.
In an instant, the wind ceased and the clouds stilled within the room.
The countless Wind Blades filling the room all froze in midair, utterly motionless.
"Th-this... what is going on?" The Pockmarked Face Cultivator narrowed his eyes. Seeing this scene, his heart