Xuan Yuan Chen's hands trembled violently, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force. His eyes were bloodshot, his vision so blurred he could barely make out the slender figure in front of him. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times with difficulty, and finally he forced out the command through clenched teeth: "Everyone...enter the teleportation array immediately!"
"But Bai Ying, she—" Wang Miaomiao's voice was choked with sobs, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"Run!" Xuan Yuan Chen roared like a wounded beast, his turbid tears streaming down his wrinkled face.
He stubbornly believed that the headstrong girl would eventually catch up...
Hua Yang Patriarch's face was twisted beyond recognition. His meticulously planned killing trap was actually torn open by a junior in the Nascent Soul stage!
"Don't even think about it!"
His hysterical roar caused the blood-red greatsword to erupt with a blinding crimson light, and the vengeful spirits coiling around the blade emitted mournful howls.
The entire world trembled under this sword strike.
Wherever the sword light passed, space shattered like fragile glass, revealing the monstrous void turbulence behind it.
This sword strike embodied all the rage and killing intent of a cultivator in the Void Refinement stage, determined to crush the teleportation array along with that ignorant junior into dust!
At this critical moment between life and death—
Bai Ying suddenly smiled.
That smile was as pure as a white flower, standing out so incongruously amidst the overwhelming killing intent.
Instead of entering the formation as she had said, she stepped forward without hesitation to face the earth-shattering sword light, frantically pouring the last of her spiritual power into the formation beneath her feet.
The meridians, overburdened, groaned in agony, and fine beads of blood seeped from every pore, instantly staining the plain white clothes a glaring scarlet.
"White Firefly!"
The cries of the Lingxiao Sect members were heart-wrenching.
Wang Miaomiao's vision went black, and she almost fainted.
Murong Jin stared blankly at the scene, a sharp pain, as if his heart were shattering, shooting through his chest.
He frantically unleashed his natal magical artifact, recklessly ramming against the defensive barrier. "Let me out!"
His roar was filled with unprecedented panic, and the magical artifacts groaned under the strain of impact.
But how could the defensive formation that Bai Ying set up at the cost of her life be so easily broken?
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through; he could only watch helplessly!
Murong Jin felt an indescribable despair.
Tears streamed down Xuan Yuan Chen's face, yet he still used his trembling arms to desperately stop the disciples who wanted to rush out.
Only now did they finally understand Bai Ying's plan—
This silly girl never intended to leave with them in the first place!
"Stop...stop it all..." Xuan Yuan Chen's voice was broken, "Don't...let her efforts go to waste...this is a formation she painstakingly set up..."
A dazzling beam of teleportation light shot into the sky, enveloping everyone from the Lingxiao Sect.
Bai Ying stood outside the pillar of light, a relieved smile on her blood-stained lips.
At that moment, she remembered many things—
When she first entered the Lingxiao Sect, her master personally tied a disciple's jade badge on her.
The candy that Wang Miaomiao secretly slipped to me during my cultivation;
Each time she broke through, the entire sect cheered with warm smiles...
These small acts of warmth are far more real than the harm inflicted on her by that cold family.
They are her real family.
Now, it's her turn to protect this warmth.
Bai Ying threw a talisman at them; it was a life-saving talisman given to her by Qi Haoyuan.
Even if she uses this talisman to withstand an attack now, it will be meaningless.
She's going to die here sooner or later anyway.
Giving this talisman to them is more meaningful than keeping it for yourself.
Wang Miaomiao was closest to the talisman. She caught the talisman that floated over and held it in her hand. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
"No! Bai Ying!"
She wanted to return the precious talisman to Bai Ying, but the defensive array completely blocked it. She could only watch helplessly as Bai Ying sent them away.
"Don't even think about escaping!" Ancestor Huayang roared like a wild beast, and the crimson sword light surged once more.
But Bai Ying was already prepared to face all of this—she used her body as a shield and withstood the fatal blow using the Kongtong Seal!
"boom--!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, Bai Ying's figure was engulfed by a blinding light.
The white robes were instantly torn to shreds, and the internal organs shifted and shattered under the impact of the violent spiritual energy.
But her back remained straight, like a pine tree that never bows its head.
Upon seeing this, the eighteen Nascent Soul cultivators attacked simultaneously, and various magical artifacts, carrying an aura of destruction, hurtled towards them.
The Yin Banner stirred up a towering black mist, the Crimson Flame Wheel burned the void, and the Frost Spikes froze spiritual energy... Each of these items was enough to easily crush the physical body of a Nascent Soul cultivator!
Bai Ying's blood-stained fingers traced a final incantation in the void, the movement so fast it left afterimages. The dragon-scale artifact suddenly blazed with a blinding blue light, transforming into a shooting star that hurtled straight towards the nearest Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Pfft!"
The sound of dragon scales piercing through the forehead was terrifyingly crisp. The powerful cultivator in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm didn't even have time to scream before his head exploded like a watermelon! The headless corpse remained in a forward-moving posture, staggering a few more steps before crashing to the ground.
The pupils of the remaining seventeen Nascent Soul cultivators shrank abruptly, and their attacks faltered.
They couldn't believe that Bai Ying, who was already exhausted, could still turn the tide in a desperate situation!
"You're courting death!" The Azure Nether Ancestor was the first to react, his whisk transforming into thousands of silver threads, each carrying a deadly poison that corroded the soul.
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