Almost at the same moment Ning Xiong completed the Twelve-Link Spear Formation.
On the other side.
Yan Wuyuan, who had followed them underground, streaked across the chaotic battlefield like a dark purple phantom, leaving an afterimage behind her.
She ignored the ordinary cultists charging out. Her amber eyes locked straight onto the new True Astral Realm presence that had emerged from behind the stone pillar in the center of the main hall.
Another True Astral Realm Incense Master of the Nine Evil Sect. Was this what one should expect from a century-old stronghold?
They actually had this many skilled fighters.
Seeing her target appear, Yan Wuyuan swept her right hand across the purple robes at her waist.
The longsword she carried slid silently from its sheath. Beneath the green lamplight, its blade reflected not a glimmer, seeming instead to devour the light.
The sword's astral energy had condensed until it was almost solid, projecting three feet of sharp radiance from the tip.
"Go."
Her crimson lips parted, releasing just one word.
The sword light then detached from the blade as though it understood her command. Like a living creature, it silently stabbed toward the Nine Evil Sect Incense Master who had just rushed out from the rear of the hall.
This newly appeared Incense Master had an unremarkable face, the sort that would vanish in a crowd, but the True Astral Realm aura radiating from him was genuine.
He had barely appeared and had yet to make sense of the battlefield when he felt a deadly threat lock firmly onto him.
His eyes flew wide. He instinctively raised his right palm, black energy roiling within it and instantly forming a hideous phantom skull, which he thrust toward the incoming sword light.
The sword's astral energy collided with his palm force