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Qin Yu felt himself flying towards Sky Mountain. Vines wrapped tightly around his limbs and neck, dragging him to the mountain. He was truly afraid. His father had gone to the Cottage to stop Mr. Du and the College. If they killed the Sword Saint and the others, the Eastern Barren Territory would belong to the Qin Dynasty. But he never thought that not only could Ye Futian activate Sky Mountain's bell, he could also control its Spiritual Qi.

I won't die. Qin Yu had a strong will to live. Gold flashed brilliantly from his body, tearing through everything. At the same time, his ritual implement armor flashed, blocking the spell's attack. The gold vines were cut by the powerful metal intent. Qin Yu got some hope, but then he heard a clang… He spat out a mouthful of blood. His hope was extinguished.

Ye Futian was truly going to kill him.