Blood Sacrifice Barrier Formation

Meng Qingyun could no longer thrust her sword forward.

Her right arm hung at her side. Blood slid down her fingertips onto the hilt, pooling in a dark red puddle beneath her feet.

Three Heaven Overturning Cult members were still closing in, their blades raised—

Just then, a streak of sword light slashed in diagonally from the side.

It struck the nearest blade with precision.

The blade shuddered, and the cultist holding it was knocked aside. A second thrust followed at once, carving a gash across his chest deep enough to expose bone.

Lin Wanyue stepped in front of Meng Qingyun, sword pointed outward. "Are you all right?"

Meng Qingyun opened her eyes. Looking at the figure shielding her, she drew on the last of her strength to pull a pill from her robes and put it in her mouth.

As the medicine dissolved, warmth spread from her throat, steadying her True Essence before it could collapse.

"Thank you..."

The next moment, another figure entered the battlefield from the far side of the street. Warm blood still clung to Night Thunder's blade.

Golden sword light flashed, and several cultists fell.

Ye An and Lin Wanyue closed in from opposite sides, trapping the remaining cultists between them.

Chang Yuanlang stood a few paces away. The instant Ye An appeared, his eyes flickered. He swiftly composed his face and hurried toward Ye An, his voice pitched with just the right urgency.

"Senior Brother Ye! You're finally here! Quick! Kill every last one of these Heaven Overturning Cult villains! They killed Junior Sister Wen!"

Anger filled his voice, and his face was deathly pale. He looked like a survivor who had just endured a brutal fight and lost a fellow disciple.

If Meng Qingyun had not seen him deliver that sword strike with