"Unfortunately, before us today, your paths to survival have been cut off. Only... a dead end remains!"
"As long as we kill you, the Phantom Star Sect will surely perish!!!"
The slightly plump cultivator spoke again. As his words fell, he flipped his hand, and the enormous palm seal condensed before him swept forth with a scorching gale, surging toward the Phantom Star Sect members like tempestuous waves.
The powerful move was vast in momentum, like Death's merciless scythe reaping lives as it claimed its victims.
But... at the critical moment when life and death hung by a thread.
"What a dead end? But with you alone... you are not qualified enough!!!"
A sweet female voice came from beyond the heavens.
At the same time as the voice rang out, three fierce sword lights came whistling in, striking the enormous palm seal together.
With a thunderous explosion, scattered energy stirred up dust and sand that filled the sky and earth.
Amid the swirling dust, Li Piaoyue and the other two flew over, their auras surging around them as each radiated an imposing might.
"Hm? It's Piaoyue, Piaoyu, and Huaiyu!!!"
"I never thought they would arrive at such a crucial moment."
"Wonderful, this is wonderful! We're saved."
Their gazes swiftly pierced through the thick haze of dust, taking in the three figures drifting over.
The Phantom Star Sect disciples present, who had been sunk deep in despair, were all wild with joy, weeping tears of happiness.
Only Lu Chenyuan and the other four Golden Core stage elders first rejoiced. Yet when they saw that behind the three stood only a single white-haired figure in Qing Yi, the smiles on their lips instantly froze. Their hearts skipped a beat, and their brows furrowed once more.
Back then, seven people including Li