Bai Ying staggered back half a step, the jade pendant in her hand bursting forth with its last eerie blue light. She frantically poured the last of her spiritual power into the pendant, and the gray-black corrosive power surged out like a tidal wave, colliding violently with the attacks from all directions!
"Boom!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, Bai Ying's slender figure swayed precariously in the energy storm. Her white robes were already soaked in blood, fluttering wildly in the wind like a tattered battle flag. The oppressive force of the seventeen Nascent Soul cultivators pressed down like Mount Tai, causing her entire body to groan in unbearable agony.
The most terrifying thing was the blood-red sword energy of Patriarch Huayang! It easily tore through the energy turbulence, leaving behind dark cracks in space that would not heal for a long time.
Bai Ying's vision began to blur. She saw the skin on her arms cracking inch by inch under the pressure, revealing the stark white bone; she felt her internal organs being squeezed and displaced; her ears were filled with the roar of blood rushing through her veins...
But she still kept her back straight!
"Come on!" she roared, her voice hoarse beyond recognition. Her blood-stained hair danced wildly behind her head, making her look like a war goddess descending upon the world.
The dark gray corrosive power collided violently with the crimson sword energy, erupting in a blinding light. Bai Ying's legs sank deep into the ground, her legs below the knees completely submerged. Blood was flowing from all seven orifices of her body, yet she stubbornly held on.
The old patriarch Huayang's sinister grin was exceptionally clear amidst the explosion: "Little girl, you've managed to hold on this long; you have every reason to be proud!"
Ruan Xinrou watched the scene before her with unusual excitement. She didn't care whether the Lingxiao Sect people could leave or not; she only cared about seeing Bai Ying's miserable state.
However, even though Bai Ying has fallen into such a predicament, her strength still makes Ruan Xinrou wary. Ruan Xinrou only dares to stand behind Hua Yang Patriarch, looking at the scene in front of her with a ferocious smile.
Bai Ying's figure appeared so small amidst the sky full of sword light, yet so stubborn.
Her white robes were already soaked in blood, turning a glaring scarlet. The oppressive aura of a Tenth Qi Dao Nascent Soul stage cultivator simultaneously crushed down, causing her slender shoulder blades to crack under the weight.
"puff--"
Another mouthful of blood spurted out, blooming into a tragically beautiful blood flower in the void. Bai Ying's left arm was struck by a purple lightning whip, instantly tearing open the skin and exposing the white bone to the air. She bit her lower lip, forcing back her scream.
"Bai Ying!!" Wang Miaomiao's heart-wrenching scream pierced through the defensive barrier.
She watched helplessly as a black iron chain pierced Bai Ying's right shoulder, the barbs on the chain tearing out large chunks of flesh.
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