"Fellow Daoist Nie, you're finally awake! Hurry and restore Brother Shen's Magic Power—Feng Xi is about to escape from the pillar of fire!" Bai Xiaotian said joyfully and urgently.
Nie Caizhu looked up toward the sky, and her pretty face changed. She immediately waved the Willow Branch in her hand.
Green light blazed from the Willow Branch. Several tender green willow twigs upon it spread against the wind, instantly lengthening tenfold before vanishing into the void with a whoosh.
Within the pillar of fire, a flash of green light suddenly appeared in the space around Feng Xi. Several emerald willow branches emerged from nowhere. As soft and nimble as snakes, they immediately wrapped around Feng Xi's body several times.
Feng Xi's expression changed drastically as he struggled with all his might.
Though these willow branches looked fragile, they were extraordinarily tough. Even with all his strength, he could not break free. Startled, he once again fiercely urged the Bloodthirst Banner beside him.
Streams of bloody light surged across the banner's surface, then shot forth violently, transforming into blood blades half a zhang long that viciously slashed at the willow branches.
Amid a string of dull bangs, all the blood blades shattered, yet the willow branches did not even bear a single white mark.
"What!" Feng Xi's face changed again in shock.
Seeing this, Shen Luo let out a long breath of relief.
On the ground, Nie Caizhu transformed into a streak of green light and shot into the sky, reaching Shen Luo's side in the blink of an eye. She waved the Willow Branch in her hand.
A phantom willow branch shot from the Willow Branch and flashed into Shen Luo's body.
Green light flared across Shen Luo's entire body, forming an emerald halo around him. The surrounding spiritual energy