Rescue Spirit Mountain collapsed.
The crimson lightning in the distant sky swiftly receded. One ancestral spirit after another withdrew with mournful howls, taking the gathered evil spirits with them as they scattered. The battle between Xiao Jun and Song Yuanli had also reached its conclusion.
Xiao Jun had proved the stronger, nearly severing one of the woman's arms with the Silver Saber in his hand.
Song Yuanli's face twisted with bitter fury. Blood seeped from her vermilion-yellow eyes, and the li fire around her surged, faintly linking with the Origin Net overhead. She still wanted to attack, but Xiao Jun merely smiled contemptuously, turned, and left.
"Don't you dare leave!"
The woman activated her divine ability. The radiance of li fire descended like a net, but Xiao Jun's Dharma Body dissolved into countless drifting wisps of ghostfire and slipped free in an instant.
Song Yuanli had always been proud and arrogant, looking down on these barbarians. Yet now, at such a critical moment, she had lost-and to a Blood Heir of a Lingsa, no less!
Ahead, a surge of metal qi shot skyward from the Great Void. Geng Metal joined in perfect unity, and a man built like an iron tower charged forth with a cold blade in hand. "Helian Changchuan has come to answer you!"
At the sight, Song Yuanli flew into a rage and shouted:
"None of you come here! I will slay this man myself."
Indeed, no one nearby came forward. The beasts of li fire lurked within the Great Void, quietly watching this wounded member of their kind, their gazes devoid of the slightest feeling.
Northern Liao was weak, but the Xiao Clan was a genuine Imperial Clan. Since they wanted to save face, there was no harm in granting them a little.
Song Yuanli had