"You fell for it!"
As the girl's words rang out, Jiang Yang staggered back into view. The Mystic Shield collapsed with him, sending the spirit water falling back into the jade bottle.
To lure Jiang Yang into her trap, she had actually sacrificed an arm. There was no denying how ruthless she could be toward herself.
After merging his body with his sword, Jiang Yang had drained his already scant magic power in an instant. Yet although Qin Dingyi was in worse shape than ever and grievously wounded, she was still alive.
Blood streamed from her severed limb, but Qin Dingyi laughed without restraint.
"Your Qi Sea is dry, and your magic power is spent. Let's see what tricks you have left this time!"
She used her magic power to stop the bleeding, then raised her remaining intact hand and swept it down toward Jiang Yang.
"Ah..."
Bai Tang, who had been watching silently all along, gave a quiet sigh and prepared to intervene. Jiang Yang had reached the end of the road, with mountains blocking his path and rivers running dry. He had done more than well enough.
The girl had a wealth of methods, fought with endless cunning, and carried plenty of Elixirs and mystic artifacts. Without the sharpness of his Sword Qi to rely on, Jiang Yang would have lost long ago.
Suddenly, Bai Tang's expression turned peculiar, and for some reason, she stopped moving.
Outside, sweat poured off Jiang Yang like rain. This witch from the Threefold Way was far too troublesome.
The killing intent blade she had swung at him filled his vision. Jiang Yang was already about to abandon resistance and call for Senior Bai when magic power inexplicably began welling up from his Qi Sea, gathering in ever greater quantities. His aura rose