"We... go!"
A cold voice rang out, and Shen Miaoyin stepped forward.
Terrifying pressure bore down on Zhao Mingyuan and the other three once more.
Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu quietly stirred their Demonic Yuan. Battle lust surged in their eyes, and they regarded Shen Miaoyin with newfound gravity. Neither would have attacked her alone, but together, they felt they might stand a chance.
Yet when they glanced at Zhao Mingyuan, they saw him retreating in silence, as though Shen Miaoyin's overwhelming presence had cowed him. He showed no intention of fighting.
The two exchanged a quick, thoughtful look, suppressed their urge to fight, and withdrew to opposite sides of the gorge to watch.
"Everyone, with Senior Sister Shen protecting us, let's go!"
On the ground, Su Shi'er shouted and set off first, his gaze fixed on the gorge's exit.
The sword energy Shen Miaoyin commanded moved with them.
The cultivators of the two factions watched the streaks of sword energy flash and weave before them. Facing them was like facing a wave that blotted out the sky; none dared attack rashly, and they slowly backed away.
At the front of the Great Zhao Dynasty's group, Sun Wenzhu gritted his teeth. Only a few streaks of sword energy separated him from Su Shi'er. He knew how formidable they were, but he could not let the matter rest.
Zhao Jingfeng had died before his eyes. Whatever the reason, Sun Wenzhu could not escape responsibility. He drew a deep breath, knowing he had to do something. Quietly circulating his true essence, he swept out his folding fan in a probing attack.
His true essence became a water python. Before it could reach the sword energy, one streak abruptly changed course and shot straight at him.
The sword energy sliced through the python,