"Go."
Yun Mengyao spread her Seven-Colored Cloud Wings, ready to take Xia Yanbing and escape.
If something happened to Xia Yanbing, it would be a tragedy.
"Trying to escape? None of you will get away."
Sha Chen's face was sinister, and with a reverse palm strike, a massive handprint descended from mid-air.
"Be careful."
Yun Mengyao shouted, spreading her wings, the seven-colored light dazzling like a blazing sun, covering Xia Yanbing, Duan Yiyi, Qin Wan'er, Liu Yiren, and Lin Hongzhuang within.
Boom!
The roaring handprint hit solidly on Yun Mengyao's back, exploding with a bang, and the airwaves swept through.
Poo!
Even with the Immortal Feather Skirt for protection, Yun Mengyao couldn't withstand a palm strike from a Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection expert, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood on the spot, spraying Xia Yanbing and the others, the Seven-Colored Cloud Wings dimmed, with cracks torn by the palm wind, blood flowing profusely.
"Quick, go..."
