The instant the blood essence hit the ground, formation patterns spread across the mountaintop plaza.
A formidable formation emerged, radiating a startling aura as it resisted the pressure brought by Sun Wenyuan, the Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse in the sky.
But... this formation was far inferior to the inner sect's Sect Protecting Grand Formation, much less capable of facing Sun Wenyuan, who held the formation-breaking Divine Weapon, the Formation Breaking Pestle.
Though the pressure eased somewhat, beneath Sun Wenyuan's overwhelming power, everyone's vitality continued to slowly drain away. Death was steadily devouring the life force of all present.
Zhao Jingfeng took a step forward, a cruel smile curling across his lips as he headed straight for Feng Fei at the mountainside.
Before Feng Fei, the square-faced cultivator Fang Shu and the long-faced cultivator Shi Feng clenched their fists at the same time, doing all they could to shield her.
When the Phantom Star Sect's outer sect Sect Protecting Grand Formation had been breached earlier, Feng Fei had escaped alive only because the two of them had helped her and brought her into the inner sect.
But the moment they stirred their true essence, their blood and qi churned violently. They spat out blood and collapsed to the ground, already gravely wounded.
Unlike the others, Feng Fei felt no pressure at all. Yet her lovely face was filled with panic as the approaching figure in her sight made her heart tremble wildly.
She drew a deep breath. In but an instant, the panic in Feng Fei's eyes swiftly faded, replaced by utter resolve.
"Master! I'm sorry. For your great kindness... your disciple can never repay it in this life. If there is another life, I still want to be your disciple!"
Thoughts flashed through her mind. Without the slightest hesitation, Feng