The masked lady stared blankly at the veil floating down with the wind, along with the specks of blood on it, seemingly unable to believe that the two of them could truly break through her defense and cause her injury in such an upright manner.
At the critical moment that just passed, she truly did not hold back, but still, she was wounded.
At this time, Liang Yi was supporting the gasping Su Youyi with his sword, standing on one side. Both of their arms were so sore that they could barely lift them.
The spiritual power inside Liang Yi was almost dried up, the Qinglian within him wilted, the thunder illusory, and the Big Cave Fetal Breath Lamp nearly extinguished; even the always abundant origin of Sword Intent had little left.
But even so, he was still slowly transferring the last bit of the Qinglian Vitality Power into his junior sister.
