The situation instantly intensified as the quintet of Chosen faced their ruthless and determined pursuers, led by a Heavenly Seer actively and openly tracking their movements. They had nowhere to run. Forced to respond, Lin Ming, Bai Yuxi, and Qiao Shulin exchanged glances, sensing each other's thoughts with precise familiarity.
Fight!
Yi Yun was still tired, his breathing a little heavy, but his eyes were increasingly lively as a fighting spirit forged from constant battles and challenges blazed from within. He was deeply aware of the situation as well, knowing that a stand must be made.
Ming Yuling was thoroughly exhausted—she couldn't fight. However, she felt the rising tension in the stifled air and, determined not to be a burden, brought out a talisman forged by her grandmother. It radiated stifling traces of Mystic Aura, exuding a terrifyingly oppressive aura of warning.