This time, the White Crystal Shield's self-destruction finally had an effect. After breaking through the blast of light, the Yellow Light Blade had been weakened considerably.
The blade had originally been several feet long, but now it measured less than a foot, and the glow on its surface had dimmed substantially.
Nevertheless, after breaking through the blast, the blade flashed again and continued toward Xiao Yu, who had already dodged more than a hundred feet to one side.
Rather than slowing, the blade accelerated. It crossed the hundred-foot gap in an instant and struck Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu only had time to raise a shield Magic Tool he had just taken out, one that had not undergone blood refinement, before the blade reached him.
"Pfft!" Xiao Yu spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked back several dozen feet. Just then, his avatar arrived, caught him, and retreated with him.
"Where do you think you're going!" the Bald-Headed Man roared, giving chase. The Disheveled-Haired Man was equally unwilling to let the avatar escape, so he too urged his flight light forward in pursuit.
But just as the two closed in by several hundred feet, they heard Xiao Yu give a low shout.
"Rise!"
"Not good!" The brothers reacted extremely quickly, immediately realizing there was a trap and preparing to retreat at full speed.
In the blink of an eye, just as they were about to retreat, their vision blurred and the surrounding scenery changed completely.
What island? All they could see in every direction was an endless expanse of yellow sand. At the same time, immense pressure squeezed toward them from all sides.
"A magic formation?" The Zhuo brothers' expressions grew solemn.
Although they were somewhat surprised that an array formation had appeared here, they were not particularly alarmed.