"This..."
With a helpless sigh, Yun Wuxia turned to look at Su Shi'er.
"I shall do it!"
Mo Huaikong's voice rang out. He had only just urged the True Yuan within his body when it immediately stirred up his internal injuries.
"Senior, let me try!"
Lin Qiao'er spoke calmly, and the Buddhist flame of the Lotus Lamp in her hand instantly turned into a streak of flowing light, racing toward the direction Su Shi'er had indicated.
The flowing light was dazzling, yet the feeling it gave off was exceptionally gentle.
But everyone present had sharp eyes. With a single glance, they could tell that Lin Qiao'er's move was extraordinary.
Beneath that gentle power was a terrifying force like thunder.
Only—
When Lin Qiao'er made her move, her attack landed on the array ahead, and the array merely rippled.
In the blink of an eye, that vast energy sank into the array, vanishing before everyone's eyes like a clay ox entering the sea, gone without a trace.
At the sight, everyone present fell silent for a moment.
Mo Huaikong furrowed his brow. He wanted to act, but his internal injuries were likewise far from light, and his condition had yet to recover.
Su Shi'er's lips moved slightly. He was just about to forcefully raise his True Yuan.
Just then—
Li Cangfeng's voice rang out.
"Everyone, leave this matter to this old man!"
Su Shi'er's mind trembled slightly, and he hurriedly turned his head to look.
Only then did he see that Li Cangfeng had, at some unknown point, already walked slowly to stand before the group.
His black robes shifted faintly, and his expression remained calm.
The Sword Intent around him was clearly a little less perfectly rounded than when he had just cut through Si Tianheng.
Only his pair of