Overcoming the Crisis

Seeing that the Mystic Saints were utterly unable to withstand their offensive, Bai Deyu threw his head back with a laugh and summoned even more reserve troops to press the advantage, preparing to break through this final human fortress in one fell swoop.

"Die!"

Amid wild laughter, Bai Deyu swung his axe down at Luo Jingtian.

Luo Jingtian, who had raised his blade to block, knitted his brows tightly, as if he could not withstand that terrifying power at all.

Seeing this, Bai Deyu laughed even more madly. "Hahahahaha! Accept death! You filthy swine!"

Yet just as he was about to change the color of his protective crystal armor, a furious gale suddenly blew in.

But Bai Deyu, who already considered himself invincible, paid it no mind at all. Still laughing wildly, he changed the crystal armor to green.

Before he could exert his strength, however, something happened that made his heart skip a beat.

After the gale passed, the yellow Miasma had actually been blown completely away, and at the same time, the crystal armor on his body began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How can this be? How can this be!?"

In his terror, Bai Deyu kept clutching tightly at the two pieces of crystal armor on his arm, but it was no use. Those two pieces of crystal armor still vanished from his grasp.

Impossible! It shouldn't be like this! How could the great Sacred Rain be blown away by wind!?

Bai Deyu was utterly stupefied. The situation, which had been overwhelmingly favorable, took a sudden nosedive in an instant. At that moment, the other Gu Cultivators who were besieging Yuan City were the same as him, caught in a state of shock and terror.

The exact opposite of the Gu Cultivators'