Ye Tuo and Qin Mo acted instantly the moment the order was given. Their blades ripped free from their sheaths with a piercing, brutal sound. Without a word, they separated swiftly, erasing any hope of retreat. One lunged from the left, the other from the right, crafting a deadly pincer.
Neither of them bothered to circulate qi. Their spiritual reserves were nearly depleted, yet they pressed on without hesitation. After all, they had been pressing Ye Qingfeng for a long time now.
From the moment Ling Yuexin—the Rank Eight remnant soul and Ye Qingfeng's master—possessed his body, she had been recovering her spiritual reserves at a terrifying speed. She drew in the mountain's natural spiritual energy while simultaneously draining a middle-grade spirit stone hidden from their sight.
