An Yiqing's pupils contracted as she could feel the immense danger lurking within that white light! If she were at her peak, she might still be able to contend with it. But now, her body was already at its limit!
Gritting her teeth hard, for the sliver of hope for An Zhifeng and the others, she fought with all she had!
Vast internal power poured into the Qingying Sword as An Yiqing seemed to transform into a sword soul, stepping in the unique pace of the Shennong Nine Style, advancing towards Meisite with uncanny speed.
Watching the overwhelming aura coming at him, a flicker of surprise crossed Meisite's eyes. Clearly, this woman was already at the end of her rope, yet she could still erupt with such tremendous power!
A heaviness sank in his heart; An Yiqing absolutely could not be allowed to live!
Determined, Meisite began chanting again, and simultaneously, the light from the cross intensified!
