After the Ink Cloud Shuttle was sucked into the waterspout, Xu Qingtong felt an immense tearing force. He tried to steer the Ink Cloud Shuttle out of the waterspout at once, but found that it no longer responded to his control.
Worse still, under that tremendous tearing force, dense cracks had already spread across the Ink Cloud Shuttle. It was in danger of shattering at any moment.
Xu Qingtong's thoughts raced as he searched for a way to cope. But time waited for no one. While he was thinking, the Ink Cloud Shuttle began to crack and snap. Clearly, it was already on the verge of collapse.
"Senior Sister, we're in grave danger. I'm going to bring you into the Seven-Star Bracelet. Don't resist!" Xu Qingtong said urgently.
"No! I want to stay with you!"
"This isn't the time for a show of loyalty. Listen to me! Get inside, quickly!"
Seeing Xu Qingtong's grave expression and resolute manner, Du Siwen stopped arguing and let him bring her into the Seven-Star Bracelet.
Once he had put Du Siwen away, Xu Qingtong felt somewhat more at ease and summoned the Three Saints Bell.
He had obtained the Three Saints Bell when he killed the grandson of Yan Zhongzi, the Heavenly Mystery Palace Grand Elder. Fearing that it bore that man's mark, he had never dared to use it.
Now, he could no longer afford such concerns. After all, the Three Saints Bell was an Ancient Treasure with extremely strong defenses, just what he needed at this moment.
The instant he summoned the Three Saints Bell, the Ink Cloud Shuttle finally succumbed to the tearing force and shattered.
Without time to think, Xu Qingtong formed a Mudra and covered himself with the Three Saints Bell.
Outside the Three Saints Bell, the waterspout spun