Rumble!
Along with the core offensive, it scattered into nothing.
The attack Cui Shaolin had pinned his hopes on was already all show and no substance.
The galaxy of Sword Light shook wildly.
The remaining force of the surrounding formation was no longer under Cui Shaolin's control either.
At the same time, Su Shi'er's body suddenly trembled.
His meridians, already covered in wounds, seemed at that moment to be sliced apart once more by invisible blades.
Agony surged in, making his vision go dark in waves despite himself.
Crimson blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
His whole body had the illusion of sinking into drowsiness.
"Fellow Daoist Su!"
Lin Qiao'er cried out despite herself.
But Su Shi'er merely raised a hand, gently stopping her from coming forward.
Though his entire body felt dizzy and swollen-headed, at this moment, he could not retreat.
Nor was he allowed to retreat.
"Mm?"
Cui Shaolin's expression changed abruptly.
"This... this is impossible!"
A cry of shock rang out, Cui Shaolin's eyes filled with astonishment.
That move just now, though it had not reached the level of the Great Ascension Flying stage, had been infinitely close.
With everyone in the field in their current state, in his eyes, absolutely no one should have been able to block it.
Never had he imagined that such an offensive would be stopped so easily by Su Shi'er.
Cui Shaolin forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart, the hand seals in both hands changing rapidly as he tried to stabilize the offensive again.
But when experts exchanged blows, victory and defeat often lay in a single instant.
How rich was Su Shi'er's battle experience? And this time against Cui Shaolin, it was even more a battle where he staked his life.
At the same time he unleashed