"Tulong Jian!"
He immediately released the spell in his hand, not caring about the opponent he was fighting, and with a slap on the jade pendant at his waist, a glow flew up from his body, condensing into a great shield.
But a glass-like crisp sound was heard, and the great shield was already smashed into pieces, turning into dust that disappeared without a trace. Tulong Jian casually pursued the man, and after just over a dozen exchanges, the man took a hammer blow to the chest, spat out blood, and flew into the sea of clouds, not looking back as he fled in the distance.
Li Yuanjiao remembered Tulong Jian's earlier words and did not go to assist him; instead, he started up the Mysterious Pattern Spiritual Mist, slowly moving towards the edge of the battlefield.
He had just moved a few steps closer when the woman in the Lake-colored Feather Clothing turned her head back vigilantly and called out,
"Who's there?!"
