Clear Winds Sweep the Stars as Flowing Clouds Turn

Once he unleashed the "Spirit Aperture Shattering Star Art," he would have only twenty breaths. He gave Lin Xinghe ten breaths to kill Ning Ying.

Counting the breath and more that had already passed, Lin Xinghe had about eight breaths left. If he succeeded, they would still have strength to deal with Xue Qianzong.

After drawing on the power of his demon core's origin, Xue Qianzong would soon suffer a severe loss of vitality too. His exhaustion was already plain to see.

If Lin Xinghe could not do it within ten breaths, he knew his martial uncle would detonate the Sect Protection Array without hesitation. Given any more time, his martial uncle would lose even the strength to do that.

If they did not win this battle, Falling Star Valley and its attackers would be buried here together. They would settle their ancient feud by perishing side by side.

Just then, a resonant voice suddenly rolled across the sky.

"The mountain gate's broken too! Oh, you've fought yourselves into quite a state. Tianxingzi, has this old Daoist come too late?"

Li Yan was racing toward the place where he had sensed something unusual. Just as he neared a cave, guided by that feeling, the sky suddenly darkened.

Startled, he hastily activated Stealth Night Concealment and hid behind a large tree.

A crowd of figures appeared overhead, standing atop a huge white feather from some unknown Magic Beast.

At their head was a middle-aged Daoist in gray robes, his hair drawn up into a high topknot. His hands were tucked into his wide sleeves before his lower abdomen, and a horsetail whisk was slung diagonally across his back.

Ten other Daoists stood behind him, each radiating the aura of Foundation Establishment.

What shocked Li Yan most was that the older Daoist