Yu Lin struggled, dodging left and right and using various methods, but she was unable to stabilize herself in the chaotic environment.
Unwilling to fall behind, Yu Lin flicked her finger and shot out a drop of blood.
Using that drop, she drew a mysterious blood talisman in midair.
As soon as the talisman covered her body, the spiritual energy around her rapidly condensed, forming a pair of three meter long crimson wings on her back.
With each few flaps of those wings, her body could stabilize for a brief moment.
Everyone present either had help or their own methods to cope.
Only Young'er had the lowest cultivation.
Xiao Shou had not taught him much and he was still so young.
If this continued, he might…
As Xiao Shou hurried forward anxiously, he kept sensing Fu Young's condition.
But in the next instant, what he perceived left him completely stunned.
Fu Young who had been tossed around violently moments ago had originally drifted along expressionlessly.
