Just as the various parties were each making their own calculations, the Ancient Origin Sword Pavilion blazed with dazzling brilliance in the void and tore through space once more.
As space twisted, the Sword Pavilion vanished into the Lesser Grotto-Heaven again.
"According to past records, there's a half-hour gap between the Sword Pavilion returning to the Lesser Grotto-Heaven and the bell ringing in the Ancient Origin Sword Sect's Secret Realm."
Bai Yi looked up at the Sword Pavilion, which was gradually sinking into the void above them.
With the Sword Pavilion's sword-qi formation no longer covering them, the Spiritual Power that had been forcibly suppressed within everyone's bodies began to return, bit by bit.
"Half an hour should be enough."
Gu Sheng and Yun Yaoyao spoke in low voices. That was, if those two Quasi-Daoist Sons didn't get in their way.
With their strength, even if the other disciples from the Three Domains outnumbered the Immortal Alliance's disciples by nearly two to one, they would be no more than a flock of sheep with somewhat sharper horns.
"Hold out for twenty minutes. We only need twenty minutes, and we'll be able to come help you."
After calculating for a moment, Gu Sheng looked at Bai Yi, only to meet Bai Yi's cold gaze.
"It's fine. I alone am enough to kill them."
"Hmm?"
Gu Sheng's expression paused. Before he could say anything else, the instant the Sword Pavilion's barrier disappeared, Bai Yi was already standing before Qiu Yufeng and Long Muling.
Seeing Bai Yi appear as soon as the barrier vanished, Qiu Yufeng's eyes narrowed. He asked with a friendly smile,
"Brother Li, what brings you here so suddenly?"
"There is indeed something I'd like to ask of you two."
"Please lend me your heads."
Bai Yi's indifferent gaze swept