Western Territory, amid the Demon Tide.
Wielding Bear All Things, Yun Qing charged at the very front like a spear that could pierce an army.
Twang-
Behind him, Yun Ge struck up a melody on his zither. The restless, chaotic Demon Tide seemed to catch on some invisible rhythm, its movements slowing by a beat.
One beat was all that separated life from death.
Yun Pengxing stepped into the air, stars wheeling with his movement as the Spiritbond Painting Brush in Yun Hua's hand swept down in perfect accord.
Whoosh.
The void became a scroll, and hundreds of "meteors" burst from the painting, hurtling straight into the Demon Tide.
Boom, boom, boom! Demonic Beasts exploded in swaths.
Yun Jinglei glanced over from afar and suddenly felt that his job of slipping through spatial rifts had absolutely no artistic flair.
Elsewhere, a Black Armor Magic Beast as massive as a mountain had just opened its bloody maw, not yet having time to bite down.
Clang-! Sword light arrived first.
Yun Baojian swept his sword horizontally. His Sword Domain sprang open, countless streams of Sword Qi converging from both sides. The Black Armor Demonic Beast froze, then split neatly in half with a crack.
"Yun Baojian, leave some for me!"
Yun Jinglei popped up beside him.
"Grab your own." Yun Baojian did not even look at him.
"All right, you said it!"
Yun Jinglei's eyes lit up, and his figure flickered.
The next instant, an orange-haired head abruptly poked out behind another high-ranking Demonic Beast in front of Yun Baojian.
"Hi."
The Demonic Beast: "?"
Boom! Thunder Arts erupted, and Yun Jinglei turned tail and ran.
The Demonic Beast gave furious chase, but barely a hundred feet into its pursuit, countless silver-purple thorny vines suddenly sprouted beneath its feet.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!