"This..."
Lin Feiyan stared at the figure standing in front of her.
A gentle breeze brushed past.
A sudden flush of heat rose in her fair cheeks.
Earlier, outside the sect, the girl had subdued her with one hand and pinned her firmly to the ground.
She could still excuse that by saying she had always cultivated spells and was unskilled in physical combat.
But now.
With life and death hanging by a thread.
She, a mighty cultivator of the Chessmaster Seven Pieces realm, actually needed an outsider with only one or two pieces of cultivation to save the day.
She had thoroughly lost face.
Lin Feiyan gritted her teeth, her gaze suddenly falling on the girl's robe.
Black water-and-cloud patterns flowed and surged across it, faintly radiating spiritual fluctuations.
So she was relying on a spiritual artifact...
Lin Feiyan froze for a moment.
Relief immediately washed over her.
No wonder she could withstand that Seventh Son Realm demon's furious blow.
She had been relying on the exceptionally high-grade protective spiritual artifact she wore.
The Dao Sect had deep foundations, and as a direct disciple, Lin Feiyan naturally recognized quality.
A spiritual robe like that could indeed protect its master.
With that thought.
Lin Feiyan hurried forward a step and lowered her voice. "Junior Sister Jiang, thank you for helping... but this monster is a genuine Chessmaster Seven Pieces demon. Ordinary means cannot contend with it. Your cultivation is still shallow. Even with a spiritual artifact protecting you, you won't last long. While the robe's power still holds, hurry and take them away. Return to the sect and report this. I'll hold it here!"
She said she would hold it.
In truth, she had no confidence herself.
But that was better than everyone being wiped out without anyone left to