The Long-faced Elder's surging offensive suddenly collapsed the instant their moves clashed.
Then, three black wooden nails appeared out of nowhere, each no longer or thicker than a little finger, radiating a chillingly sinister aura.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, the wooden nails swept through as though entering uninhabited territory, effortlessly piercing Shen Luoyan's defensive barrier and shooting straight for her dantian qi sea.
Not good!
High in the sky dozens of miles away, Su Shi'er's pupils contracted.
Crying out in alarm, he had no time to mind the mysterious figure atop the peak nearly a hundred miles away.
With a flick of his Fly Whisk, he was about to summon the Dustless Sword to lend aid.
Facing a cultivator at the middle Nascent Soul Stage, he did not dare let down his guard.
Yet at the same moment, the Nascent Soul cultivator on the mountain peak nearly a hundred miles away moved first.
That person shot into the sky, rushing into the range shrouded by the Heavenly Tribulation at astonishing speed and heading straight for the heart of the battlefield.
As he sped along, another black streak of light flew ahead of him at even greater speed, entering the battlefield first.
Hm? He was here to save someone too?
But this man had appeared long ago, yet chose this critical moment to act. His purpose... was likely far from simple.
Seeing this, Su Shi'er raised a brow and swiftly suppressed the Dustless Sword, which had nearly transformed into sword form, while silently circulating his True Yuan.
A thoughtful glint flickered in his eyes as he chose to continue watching from the sidelines, ready to strike at any moment.
Had he not sensed the other's presence, Su Shi'er would have revealed himself long ago.
But he was certain the other