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Xiao Yi's black hair hung in disarray. Her delicate jade fingers pressed against her crimson lips, where a shocking trickle of blood had already seeped from the corner.
Against Xiao Yi's disheveled black hair, the blood at the corner of her mouth looked especially stark.
Yes, she was injured.
After suffering successive Soul Saint-level Soul-Burying Strikes whose power remained concentrated, her blood and vital energy had been violently stirred.
Then she had forcibly unleashed the Profound Yin Sword Art, which she could barely manage, only to suffer the explosion's backlash. Under such repeated blows, how could she possibly remain unscathed?
Had she been in her complete state, she might have fared better, but she was currently sealed.
She bore two seals: one of her own, and one imposed by Chen Cong.
Moreover, she could not freely use her many supreme inheritances. Her combat strength was nowhere near its full potential.
Before the smoke from the explosion had fully dispersed, several leaf strands came Sky-Piercing through the lingering mist, whistling straight toward Qing Lin's battle formation.
Their shadows danced like flood dragons lashing their tails, their momentum formidable.
They struck at Yang Yanlang's towering Dharma Body phantom while darting like nimble flying serpents toward his real body and the disciples in formation, seeking to breach the blood spear battle formation's defensive depths.
A blood-red astral barrier enveloped the entire formation. Battle patterns crowded its surface, flowing like a river of stars.
In truth, Xiao Yi was not the first to attack this battle formation.
Just moments earlier, Wang Baoqiang had used the smoke from the first explosion as cover to circle around quietly and launch a surprise attack.
At times, he unleashed Frenzied Charge alongside Boiling Battle Intent, savagely battering the blood-red shield. At