"Since we're going to act, stop the nonsense. My blade shows no mercy," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
The Tyrant Shadow in his hand raged, its immense power surging in the void.
Seeing this heavenly blade intent, no one dared to act rashly.
The Saintess Qing was the first to move.
A torrent of Green luan descended from the sky, a heavenly curtain striking towards Xu Zimei.
Zhao Qiuyi took a slight step back, also sending forth an icy snow torrent.
The others were not to be outdone. In an instant, the void was filled with the cries of Golden Crows, the moos of wild bulls, flocks of witch crows, and sun and moon shining together.
It was clear that they were acting perfunctorily, making a simple move and then quickly retreating.
To them, this was just completing a task, going through the motions.
Whether Wang Xie lived or died was irrelevant since they had taken action. If they failed to save him, it was due to their own lack of skill.
Yao Pond had no reason to blame them.
