The tiny devil sword in her palm shifted to her fingers as she grabbed it. Flicking outwards, Qin Wentian instantly felt a stifling pressure boring down on him. This sword seemed to originate from the void, aiming directly at his sea of consciousness, rushing within it. That devil sword was still in Lu Xuejia's hands, but it seemed as though it was already right in front of him.

"Careful!" Juyu acted the moment Lu Xuejia flickered her fingers outward. A black-colored seemingly indestructible shield appeared before Qin Wentian, shimmering with the power of darkness.

"Kacha!"

Only to see that the powerful devil shield was shattered into pieces and that sword intent hasn't dispersed at all, continuing on its way towards Qin Wentian.

At this moment, the ancient characters around Qin Wentian all congregated together, transforming into a gigantic palm imprint that protectively blocked the path before him. The sword intent landed, causing piercing sounds to ring out. Lu Xuejia took anothe