But at that moment, a sharp cry suddenly came from above.
Along with it came a streak of azure radiance born from a magic treasure, enveloping the two Fuyao Sect True Persons.
"Not a bad reaction. Unfortunately, you were one step too late."
Bai Ming opened his mouth in praise at the sight, then revealed a smile of a scheme fulfilled.
"Senior, quickly abandon the wind!"
"What!?"
Only then did that Fuyao Sect True Person realize that not only the various spells Bai Ming had cast, but even his skin, hair, and deeper flesh and blood had all fused into the Five-Colored Extreme Demon Method.
The peculiar fragrance produced by his burning blood naturally carried the corrosive power of that demonic art as well.
"Damn it!"
Fortunately, Dongfang Yingcai's warning had come in time. It prevented the second man from rashly acting, while allowing the Fuyao Sect True Person who had moved first to promptly sever the connection between his mind and the Mysterious Wind.
This prevented further damage to his mind, but that Mysterious Wind was practically equivalent to his life-bound possession. After a century of nurturing, it had already become a part of his body.
Forcibly cutting it away now was no different from cutting off one of his own arms. Not only would his combat strength plummet, but both body and mind would suffer injury.
Such injuries would not endanger his life, but continuing a high-intensity magical battle was no longer possible.
The previously balanced battle now began to tilt. The eight of them had only barely been able to contend with Bai Ming together; now that one was gone, coupled with the emergence of that soul-bewildering fragrance, it was hard to say whether they could still suppress him.
With Dongfang Yingcai's delicate and keen mind, she