Elsewhere, Zhao Bufan showed no fear in the face of the other disciples' fierce attacks. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand battered Jiang Zhirou relentlessly like a raging storm!
Jiang Zhirou danced her White Silk with all her strength, trying to withstand the tidal wave of attacks.
She also kept launching divine sense attacks, hoping to disrupt Zhao Bufan's mind.
Yet even after exhausting every trick at her disposal, she still struggled to withstand his ferocious, reckless assault.
By now, Jiang Zhirou had used almost all her trump cards in the fierce fighting. Only one remained.
Her expression turned unusually grave. Steeling herself, she decided to use that final trump card immediately.
In an instant, Jiang Zhirou's aura erupted like a volcano, suddenly breaking through the limits of the Spirit Transformation Realm and continuing to climb.
At the sight, Zhao Bufan inwardly cried, This is bad! He knew that if he let Jiang Zhirou keep raising her aura and cultivation, what awaited him would likely be a nightmare!
There was no time to lose. Zhao Bufan made his decision on the spot, gritted his teeth, and roused every vengeful ghost within the banner.
His own aura erupted in an instant, and he charged straight at Jiang Zhirou like a savage beast.
In the blink of an eye, the White Silk in Jiang Zhirou's hand lashed toward him like lightning.
Zhao Bufan had no time to spare any attention to blocking the blow. He clenched his teeth and took it head-on.
Then, summoning every ounce of strength, Zhao Bufan swung the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and drove it into Jiang Zhirou's heart with Thunderous Might!
He hoisted Jiang Zhirou high into the air and let out a deafening roar!
Jiang Zhirou, thirty-ninth on the Misty Sect's Inner-Sect Beauty