At that moment, Leng Yulai suddenly sensed a threat. Then she saw an ink-black longsword hurtling toward her.
She could also sense that the power carried by that sword could endanger her life.
Without hesitation, Leng Yulai hurled Xu Mi'er forward, then moved to leave.
Everyone present broke into a cold sweat at the sight. Huang Zhengyang and the other five immediately rose to intervene, while Long Yue, finally able to move, rushed over with all his strength.
After catching the unconscious Xu Mi'er, Long Yue looked at the sword already right before him. He immediately turned his back and threw Xu Mi'er toward Ye Zhi and the others.
He no longer had time to escape himself and could only choose to withstand it head-on with his own strength.
But the pain he had expected never came. Long Yue instinctively looked back and saw a black-haired figure wearing a black mask and jet-black battle armor patterned like dragon scales, holding that longsword.
Although Long Yue had not exchanged blows with the person before him, the aura this person gave off alone felt scarcely weaker than that Evil Soul Master's.
Looking at the person before him, Long Yue wanted to offer his thanks. After all, without that sword strike, the Evil Soul Master would not have released Xu Mi'er. This person also had the ability to control the attack; otherwise, he would not have emerged unscathed.
But before Long Yue could speak, the person flew straight away. At that moment, Long Yue also felt the injuries his body had suffered in the earlier battle and landed on the ground somewhat weakly.
By now, few of the charging undead creatures remained. It would not take much longer to wipe them out completely.
After seeing that Xu Mi'er's life was not in danger,