"Yun Lan!"
The Northern Marsh fighters worked in perfect harmony, the radiance of several Magic Treasures joining into one curtain that sealed off most of Yun Lan's escape routes.
Seeing things turn sour, Yun Lan was about to turn back and call for help when he saw his wife charging into the Desolate City formation with sword in hand, without so much as looking back. Sword light and spear shadows clashed with ringing clangs. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, utterly oblivious to her husband's predicament.
Yun Lan: "...All right, then."
The corner of his mouth twitched, then he smiled freely and called toward the center of the battle, "My dear! Fight to your heart's content! Your husband will head down first and beat the drums to cheer you on!"
With that, Yun Lan truly stopped trying to hold out. Riding the force of a shock wave from a Northern Marsh Magic Treasure, he executed a graceful backward flip and leaped beyond the arena boundary without looking back. At the end, he even remembered to wave at Yun Tiexin, leaving the latter's liver aching with anger once again.
On the high dais, Yun Qing was thoroughly amused by this family of clowns. The tension the Ji Clan had kept wound tight in his heart these past days eased for a moment.
In the Southern Mountain Lineage, the eldest and the two sisters apparently took after their father. Fortunately, the second child took after the Azure Frost Sword Lord. Otherwise, the Yun Clan would be in even greater chicken-flapping, dog-leaping chaos.
With Yun Lan's departure, the situation on the Tournament Platform changed once more.
Only the Azure Frost Sword Lord remained for Southern Mountain, facing the Desolate City, Northern Marsh, and Western Ridge lineages alone!
For a moment, sword qi