"Ah Zu!" Yun Yuqing turned around and saw that it was Zu An who was holding her, and she was both surprised and delighted.

Seeing the fine sweat on her forehead, knowing that she had been on edge during that fight, Zu An felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry you had to suffer."

"I'm fine," Yun Yuqing hurriedly looked at his chest, "Your injury?"

Zuan laughed heartily: "Don't worry, I'm fine. Have you forgotten that I'm the toughest man in the world?"

Yun Yuqing blushed slightly and secretly spat. What kind of time is this to be saying these things?

"This is impossible!" The people standing to the side stared at Zuan in disbelief. They knew better than anyone how powerful the siege crossbow was. An ordinary person would probably be blown to bits by a single arrow. The fact that Zuan was left with a "complete corpse" was already a testament to his high level of cultivation.

How come he's not only alive, but also acting like nothing happened? He's just a little pale.

You know, everyone just saw with their own eyes that the other person was pierced through by that huge crossbow and pinned to the wall. Even if he didn't die, he should have been seriously injured, and his internal organs should have been torn apart by the huge impact.

Cultivators who reach the seventh rank have powerful recovery abilities, but such injuries obviously cannot be healed in less than ten days to half a month.

How long has this guy been using it?

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn?

"I'll deal with these annoying guys first." Yun Yuqing made the final stroke with her finger in the void, and a purple rune appeared in mid-air. Then, all the runes that had been faintly visible in mid-air before became several times brighter.

"Rain of hatred and cloud of sorrow * Slay evil!"

Yun Yuqing quickly formed hand seals, and the runes that filled the sky shone brightly, followed by countless purple rays of light.

The people in the arena dodged desperately, and the seven warriors wielding broadswords took out several shields to block in front of them. Unfortunately, the shields were hit by the purple light and were pierced in an instant. Then, the assassins were riddled with bloody holes and fell to the ground, obviously beyond saving.

The tall, thin man wielding a red-tasseled spear waved countless spear shadows in front of him, shattering the purple light. However, he knew that if this continued, he would eventually be worn down and die here. So, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, thrust his spear forward, and spun around, becoming one with the wall of people, transforming into a sharp spiral of energy that rushed towards Yun Jianyue.

He knew very well that fighting a rune master from a distance was suicidal; only by getting close could he have a chance of survival.

Unfortunately, a purple light membrane flashed in front of him, blocking his path.

The expert man roared and spun even faster, sparks flying as the tip of his spear rubbed against the light membrane.

Seeing that the light membrane had a sharp protrusion from his poke, Zu An quickly shielded Yun Yuqing behind him: "Be careful!"

Yun Yuqing smiled and said, "Don't worry, this formation can automatically absorb his power and turn it into its own. The stronger he exerts his strength, the stronger the defense will be."

Zu An was dumbfounded. This fancy trick was really powerful. Could it trap someone to death?

However, he soon realized that everything has its limits. When the target far exceeds her strength, he can still overpower her with sheer force, or withstand all her attacks with purple rays.

The old dragon on the way to the capital took her powerful attack head-on, and it was still unaffected.

Unfortunately, the strength of these people inside was far inferior to that of the old dragon. With a crisp bang, the spearhead could no longer withstand such powerful force and broke in two.

The tall, thin man stared at the broken gun tip, completely distraught.

Over the years, he has made a living with guns, and he has never let go of them even when he sleeps. The gun has long become one with him.

His master once told him, "As long as the gun is there, the man is there; if the gun is gone, the man is gone."

The moment this thought crossed his mind, his body was pierced by several purple rays of light, and countless blood mists exploded. Even though a seventh-grade cultivator has a strong ability to recover, there are limits to it. He couldn't recover from so many fatal injuries in such a short time.

Even after he closed his eyes, he remained standing still, like a javelin.

Zuan sighed: "This person has reached the point of perfect harmony between man and weapon. If he hadn't encountered a runemaster like you, but rather a melee opponent, the outcome would have been uncertain."

Yun Yuqing nodded in agreement: "His marksmanship is indeed very impressive."

At this moment, only one person remained in the formation. That person had countless gold and silver rings flying around his body, wrapping himself up like an egg, constantly resisting the surrounding light.

However, those purple rays were really powerful. Many of the afterimages of the gold and silver rings melted away upon contact with the purple rays. After a while, it was visible to the naked eye that the number of his gold and silver rings had decreased by at least one-third.

"How long are you going to keep watching this show?!" The man was both shocked and furious, and he roared outwards, his voice filled with shrillness and resentment.

But in that moment of distraction, a purple ray of light pierced through the central hole of his bracelet and struck his chest with a soft "poof".

His movements froze for a moment, then he was hit by more light, his whole body riddled with holes, and he collapsed to the ground, barely breathing, clearly not going to live.

For a moment he regretted not using the ring with the hole in the middle instead of a shield.

However, he was more resentful about something else at this moment. He held on to his last breath, his eyes wide open, staring intently in a certain direction.

Zuan also lowered his voice to remind Yun Yuqing: "Be careful, there are still people hiding in the shadows, and one of them is a mental cultivator."

Yun Yuqing hummed in agreement and looked solemnly in another direction.

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