After a single exchange, Yan Guilai and Baili Zhuilong were sent flying backward.
One had lost an arm, while the other's physical body had been smashed apart outright, leaving only his Nascent Soul hovering in the air with a pale face. Beneath the evil arts of the three ghost cultivators surrounding him, the Nascent Soul essence within him drained away at an alarming speed.
Even the mist filling the valley beyond the Eight Trigrams Formation was thinned and scattered by the energy shockwaves from their clash.
Before the three could steady their breathing and recover, Feng Heyu's group pressed forward again.
"It's... it's over!"
"We have failed the sect's trust!"
The three exchanged glances, their eyes filled with despair.
From the moment they left the formation, they had been prepared. They knew that, outnumbered as they were, they stood no chance.
But they had never expected to lose so quickly.
"Su Shi'er, pay for my husband's life!"
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Feng Heyu did not continue attacking. Her icy gaze locked onto Su Shi'er's figure within the Eight Trigrams Formation, her pearly teeth grinding with audible creaks.
A heart-rending roar burst through her clenched teeth. She bypassed the three heavily wounded cultivators and charged straight toward Su Shi'er within the Eight Trigrams Formation Seal.
Her companions clearly intended to wait until Su Shi'er finished refining his artifact before taking the opportunity to kill him and seize his treasure.
But her hatred for Su Shi'er left her with no mind for any of that.
Whether the Magical Treasure could be successfully refined meant nothing to her. Killing Su Shi'er and avenging her dead husband was her sole belief at this moment.
Yet before Feng Heyu could rush to the formation—
A violent force surged up. Flames danced