At that moment, Yan Wufeng's gaze remained fixed on Chen Yu, who was gradually regaining his senses. Though Chen Yu's eyes were still somewhat vacant, his unyielding will burned stubbornly like a candle flame, refusing to let his physical exhaustion swallow it.
Yan Wufeng's face was ashen, and he could barely conceal his shock. The trump card he had painstakingly prepared for years had actually failed at this critical moment. The outcome was utterly beyond his expectations.
Looking around, Yan Wufeng saw the dejection on Youguang Zhou's and Luo Ping's faces after their successive setbacks.
Their failures had undoubtedly added another heavy weight to scales that were already tipping against them.
Across from them, the seven great experts stood ready for battle, their expressions solemn but their resolve unwavering.
Farther away, the clamor grew louder. More than a dozen high-rank soul masters were rapidly approaching by various means, riding swords through the air, soaring on wings, or racing forward with flying strides.
Yan Wufeng knew that the people of Chenlin Village would likely arrive soon as well. When that happened, they would be trapped in a desperate situation, with enemies attacking from both front and rear.
There was nothing more to be done. Their attempt to intercept and kill Chen Yu had failed completely.
The situation no longer allowed him even a moment's hesitation.
He gave Youguang Zhou a low call.
At the sound, a flash of grim resolve crossed Youguang Zhou's eyes. He sprang up instantly, streaking across the sky like a shaft of ghostly light before landing firmly beside Yan Wufeng.
The two understood each other without a word. Their soul power instantly seethed, like two drops of ink falling into water and staining an entire stretch of space black.
"Dragon-Snake Dance!"
As they uttered the same low