Paths Diverge

It hadn't even been that long since then, and yet she already possessed the strength to kill a Soul Formation stage spirit.

Although they had escaped thanks to her, the groups from the Eternal One Sect and Demonic Night Palace weren't particularly pleased.

Especially Songji Yan and Jiheon Yang, who had thought victory was within reach—now their faces were cold as ice, radiating frost. They knew that once the Green Lotus Sect members escaped, they wouldn't forget the ambush in the side hall. This enmity was now firmly established.

The deaths of the two purple spirits quickly alerted all nearby spirits, who immediately began rushing over.

"There are still seven purple spirits outside. If we break out like this, aren't we just walking into their trap?" Sechang Dai said nervously, sweat forming on his brow, his amazement at Amalia's sudden arrival momentarily forgotten.