Before a single move was unleashed, the mere pressure of that invisible aura had already left Mu Yingluo hanging by a thread. It was enough to show just how formidable the other party's cultivation and strength were.
On the other side, Su Shi'er was subjected to the same overwhelming pressure at the same moment.
But just as that astonishing force came crashing down, the Sandalwood Buddhist Beads hanging before the Nascent Soul's chest suddenly bloomed with a faint Buddhist radiance.
The Buddhist light was not particularly bright, merely like a cluster of fireflies in the darkness, or a flickering candle flame.
The light enveloped Su Shi'er's Nascent Soul, drastically reducing the pressure borne by Su Shi'er's Second Nascent Soul and sparing it from the brunt of that boundless crushing force.
The Nascent Soul trembled violently. Its aura grew ever weaker, and its consciousness was nearly blurred away, yet it ultimately escaped disaster and did not dissipate completely.
"This... I never imagined, never imagined these Sandalwood Buddhist Beads would have such wondrous use!"
"This man's cultivation and strength may not match the Demon Shadow Palace's Venerable Lord from back then, but they cannot be far off. While he is unable to divide his attention, we must leave as quickly as possible."
Though his consciousness was hazy, Su Shi'er still made his judgment and decision in the blink of an eye.
Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth and spat out what little Nascent Soul essence he had left, shielding the grievously wounded Mu Yingluo beside him. Su Shi'er's tiny Nascent Soul seized her hand and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing in the opposite direction.
"Hm?"
At the center of the hurricane vortex, the pale blue figure watched the escaping light and gently raised an eyebrow. Two strange glints