Xue Dongming and the Songzhen Ridge Master had already raced off in pursuit, while Ji Yang Xiu Zun was a cornered beast with no escape. In the Ice Ruins Flame King's eyes, he was already no different from a dead man. The king continued sealing the surrounding space with his ice silkworm silk net, wielding flames to take Ji Yang Xiu Zun's life.
But Ji Yang Xiu Zun would never give up. As long as a thread of hope remained, he would fight to the death. He had yet to fulfill his promise to the children.
Meanwhile, Mu Bai and the other four rode their soul spirits out of the Ice Ruins. With no other direction to choose, they steeled themselves and kept flying north. The freezing air around them grew ever fiercer, and before they had flown far, those five or six powerful figures were already within sight, racing after them in an encircling formation.
"Shi Chong, take Qi’er and the others away. I'll stop them here."
Mu Bai slowed the Divine Crow Soul Spirit, drawing close to Chen Shichong's silver crane.
"You can't stop them alone. I won't let you face this danger by yourself!" Chen Shichong took out the Jade Slip his uncle Chen Jianduan had given him and held it in his mouth. "Little Qi, Ru Xia and Yan Ru are in your hands. Keep sending Uncle voice transmissions to mark your location!"
"I'm not leaving!"
"Neither am I!"
Chen Qi and Ji Ruxia were both strong-willed. How could they flee alone to save themselves? They turned, drew their soul swords, and lunged toward the pursuing experts.
"Have you lost your minds?!"
Chen Shichong shouted anxiously. Mu Bai had already raised the Twin Fish Sword, his left hand clutching Chen Jianduan's divided-spirit Jade Slip. Activating it