A delicate voice shouted, "Jack, Long Qian, make your move quickly!"
From two of the ruins.
Two Cultivators burst out, their speed extremely fast.
The one in the lead formed a sword with his fingers, tiny sword lights hidden in the darkness of the night, silently striking directly at Lin Yuan's heart.
The other clasped his palms together, his index and middle fingers joining on both hands.
Amidst the howling gale behind him, the wind's force was piercingly cold, facing up to the numerous, chaotic but seemingly powerful Qi Forces.
Three powers suddenly clashed and were locked in a stalemate.
Lin Yuan's other hand pressed down again...
With a loud bang.
Xu Jieke spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if all his internals were burning...
In that brief exchange, he had sustained severe injuries.
And Long Qian was no better off.
His legs went weak, and with a thud, he helplessly collapsed to the ground.