Yet this Mara Qi was like an invisible venomous snake, seeping through every gap.
It carried the terrifying power to corrode all things; even a supreme-grade magical artifact could scarcely withstand its edge.
With a sharp crack, a tiny fissure opened in the barrier covering the pagoda.
Like the first crack in a frozen lake in winter, it swiftly spread into a spiderweb,
until the entire pagoda's spiritual radiance dimmed amid a despairing wail, and it fell to the ground.
"No!"
Xu Baichuan roared, his eyes nearly splitting with fury.
He hastily swung the Dharma Artifact in his hand, trying to find a moment to breathe amid the white bone blades bearing down on him.
Yet these Demon Soldiers knew neither fatigue nor fear of death. Flashes of blades and swords wove into a net, stripping away his defenses layer by layer until they lay in tatters.
At this moment, when his life hung by a thread, a cold gleam flashed like wintersweet standing proud against the snow.
It was Lin Miaoyu's magic sword, piercing through layer upon layer of demonic energy and flashing blades, heading straight for Xu Baichuan's vitals.
Xu Baichuan felt a chill in his chest, as though a cold wind had pierced him, and could muster no strength anywhere in his body.
His eyes widened, and his lips parted slightly, as though he wanted to say something, but only soundless gasps emerged.
In the end, he could only collapse helplessly.
Watching Xu Baichuan fall, Lin Miaoyu's eyes flickered with complicated emotions: satisfaction, bewilderment, but above all, helplessness.
Yet she had no time to dwell on them.
For the giant white bone beast's Mara Qi was already following her like a shadow, surging toward her like a tide and striking her heavily.
She had abandoned her defenses,