Yu Xuan simply raised one hand.
The air trembled.
The threads attacking him stopped midair, writhing — then shattered one by one, dissolving into motes of useless light.
Luo Xianyin gritted her teeth until her lips bled.
"It's weak," Yu Xuan said softly, his tone filled not with contempt, but disappointment, as if their efforts bored him.
"How can you kill me like this?"
Luo Xianyin's breath came ragged. Her Qi trembled. Still, she did not stop.
"Even if I die… I'll drag you down with me!" she screamed.
Her blood essence ignited — a crimson lotus mark appearing on her forehead. Energy surged around her like a storm, her aura skyrocketing in an instant.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Kong Xuanyi materializing behind Yu Xuan again, his expression grim, sweat running down his temples.
"Now!" she shouted, her voice hoarse.
Kong Xuanyi's spatial blade twisted the air into spirals of distortion, aiming for Yu Xuan's neck.
