Five minutes later.
The villagers are still the same villagers, they simply won't die.
Chuzheng: "..."
Stay calm.
I can do this!
There must be a way to break this.
Just as Chuzheng was thinking, the villagers' chorus sounded again.
"Those who offend the deity, die!"
"Those who offend the deity, die!"
"..."
Light beams descended from the sky again, shining coldly, with powerful pressure coming down. Chuzheng's mind tightened, and she had a plan.
She turned her wrist, quickly laying a layer of protective barrier around with Yin Xian.
The light beams fell onto the barrier, not dispersed, but trapped by Yin Xian and quickly confined.
The beam, as if tangible, began to struggle and collide against the barrier.
Chuzheng, expressionless, clenched her fist, and the beam abruptly extinguished within the Yin Xian woven barrier.
Almost simultaneously, the surroundings changed.
She and Xin Zhu stood in a vast Space, with a glowing tree in the center.
