All of Feitian's subordinates had charged deep into the Star Region. By Tu Lang's reckoning, even if they turned back now, they would be too late. He adjusted his protective gear. "Brothers, get ready. I'm going out." "Be careful, big brother!"
Feng Feitian's brow suddenly lifted. She had barely turned aside when she saw a dazzling streak of light, flames trailing in its wake, shooting toward her from hundreds of thousands of meters away. In space, that distance was only a step. Several guards shouted, "General, look out!" and threw themselves forward without regard for their lives.
Tu Lang possessed the strength of the Eighth Rank, sixth level. It was one reason he had remained standing in the Saint Realm all this time. The full force of his attack was not to be underestimated! Feng Feitian swept the guards aside with one hand. "Don't worry." She clenched her other hand into a delicate fist. It dissolved into a misty cloud of stars, and she punched.
Back in the Immortal Realm, Feng Feitian had been known as the Colorful-Robed Demoness. Her moves were vicious, her attacks ruthless; Tu Lang was still far beneath her. But one had prepared an ambush while the other had answered in haste. As their powers collided in space, the starlight and fiery trail swayed together. A visible blue-green shock wave spread with a whoosh, sending the nearby guards tumbling dozens of meters away.
They were evenly matched in that exchange. Feng Feitian had now seen who had attacked her, and delight surged through her. "Tu Lang! So this is where you are! Now that you've come, you'll stay right here!" Her figure shifted, her robes whipping up like a great banner. A hand shot from beneath her sleeve, like a cloud dragon emerging from the sea,