The Spiritual Power of the three Fourth Realm imperial guards converged in midair. The dark-gold Killing Intent of their military formation became a tremendous blade of Blade Gang dozens of yards long and slashed down overhead.
Before the Blade Gang even touched the ground, the hard black rock along the rift's edge buckled beneath its crushing pressure, cracking and sinking in great swaths.
Razor-sharp Gang Wind struck them head-on, even severing the cloth ribbon tying Han Yu's hair. Her black hair streamed wildly backward in the gale.
The Qi and Blood within Han Yu and Lu Chang'an were forcibly suppressed by this coordinated Military Baleful Intent, and their bones groaned beneath the unbearable burden.
Han Yu clenched her teeth and bent her knees slightly, bracing her Greatsword firmly against the ground to resist being forced downward. Lu Chang'an likewise dropped to one knee, his eyes bloodshot as he gripped the wooden haft of his Refined Iron Great Hammer.
They had given everything they had, but their disadvantages in power and distance became cold reality at that moment.
The Blade Gang was only three inches above Han Yu's head.
In the next instant, her brains would burst, and she would be ground into pulp.
Su Yueli, who had stood behind them with her hands clasped behind her back all this time, finally raised her right hand.
Not even the slightest trace of Spiritual Power flowed within her, nor did she invoke any magical treasure or rules.
She merely held her fingers together like a blade in an utterly ordinary gesture and casually swept upward at the dozens-of-yards-long Blade Gang descending diagonally from above.
Shhk.
The instant she made that sweep, the air pressure in the surrounding space was abruptly drawn into a void.
Pure Ultimate Dao Physical Gang Qi surged upward