Xuanheng's expression did not change.
"Array Dao has always prized borrowing momentum."
"Since the fellow Daoists outside the array are willing to lend their strength, this poor Daoist is merely following the current."
As he spoke, the two copper rings at Si Tianheng's ends lightly touched.
Clang!
The clear sound seemed to fall straight into everyone's sea of consciousness.
Su Shi'er, Feng Jianxing, and Yun Wuxia all felt their minds jolt at the same time.
Their injuries had not yet recovered to begin with, and now that their auras were shaken, the True Yuan inside their bodies immediately surged without cease.
Feng Jianxing instinctively raised a hand, urging his Sword Art and mobilizing the Tiger Soul Flying Sword before him.
The glow of the Jade Disk in Yun Wuxia's palm brightened and dimmed, and her fingertips had already faintly gone white.
A sweet, metallic taste rose again in Su Shi'er's throat. He forcibly swallowed the blood-qi surging up and fixed his gaze firmly on Si Tianheng in midair.
In this situation, the three of them simply could not intervene lightly.
Mo Huaikong saw this.
And Xuanheng, naturally, could not fail to see it either.
"Since your injuries have not healed, why force yourselves?"
Xuanheng spoke indifferently, and the Array Token in his hand turned.
The light of the array patterns on the stone platform suddenly blazed.
Before Mo Huaikong, the clear light that had been bent back upon him abruptly surged in might once more.
Bang!
At the point where the clear light met the Buddhist Dao energy, a muffled sound rang out.
Mo Huaikong's figure trembled slightly, and two fine cracks were actually shaken into the stone platform beneath his feet.
With just this one strike, he clearly sensed it.
Xuanheng's attainments in Array Dao were not merely astonishing;