Fierce winds rose on every side, and monstrous waves surged beneath a sun and moon stripped of their light. It was as though the entire sea had flown into the sky and then crashed heavily down again, plunging the world into darkness.
Faced with attacks from so many Daluo Golden Immortals, Lu Feng was utterly horrified, even though he had already resolved to stake his life on one last desperate struggle. With a spectacle like this, he would probably die even with the Five Directional Banners in hand.
As heaven and earth threatened to topple, at that hairbreadth moment, a hand as flawless as polished jade slowly rose.
"Fenfen Chengkuai!" Lu Feng was overjoyed. He had never expected her to wake up at this moment. Though gravely injured, she was still a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. At last, there was a sliver of hope.
Gu Xijue did not speak to him. Purple radiance began gathering over her raised hand, dancing like flames.
"Gu Xijue!" The middle-aged man's pupils contracted. He knew her background and naturally knew how extraordinary her strength was. Even so severely injured, she still filled him with dread.
Gu Xijue made no response, as though he were an insignificant nobody. She merely concentrated on her palm, where the flame-like radiance grew ever more intense.
The middle-aged man flew into a rage. "Gu Xijue, don't think your heaven-reaching strength can save you! In the past, you stood high above everyone, and no one dared touch you. But look at you now, with no reinforcements coming! A phoenix stripped of its feathers is worse than a chicken. No one can save you!"
This time, Gu Xijue responded, her expression cold. "You're nothing but a pack of clowns hopping about on a stage. Why would I, Gu Xijue, need anyone