The meteor-like white light moved with incredible speed, instantly reaching a Nascent Soul stage Daoist within the formation. Before the Daoist could react, the white light swiftly sliced across his neck, drawing forth a spray of blood like a fountain. The white light vanished in an instant, and the Daoist remained motionless for a long time before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
"Damn it!" From the moment the white light was emitted to the moment the white cat flashed into the formation and began to kill the Taoists, only a short moment had passed. Liu Lingying saw that the white cat was completely unaffected by the sword energy in the sword formation, charging left and right, and one Taoist after another who was caught off guard died at her hands. Her expression changed, and she hurriedly turned around and rushed over, but it was too late.
In a short period of time, more than a dozen Taoists died at the hands of the white cat. At this moment, the light of the white cat's incarnation flashed onto Lang Yuan's shoulder, revealing her form. The white cat lay weakly on Lang Yuan's shoulder, panting heavily, her eyes half-closed, her expression extremely tired, and she seemed to be in bad shape.
“Lingxi…” Lang Yuan paused for a moment, turned to look at her, his gaze concerned.
After the deaths of more than a dozen Taoist priests, the dozen or so ancient characters in the sword formation suddenly dissipated. After these characters disappeared, the sword formation could not be formed, and the sword energy that permeated the entire valley surged and rushed in all directions, creating chaos.
After the sword formation was destroyed, all the Taoists who set it up suffered from the backlash of the sword formation. They all turned pale and were unsteady on their feet. Some even spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, Li Molin immediately shouted, "Retreat!"
Yu Ke, Ji Jue, and Lang Yuan reacted quickly, taking advantage of the moment the sword formation was destroyed to dodge the surging sword energy, and flew into the sky one after another, disappearing into the distance in an instant.
When Langyuan flew into the air and saw Liang Yihan, he paused for a moment, allowing Ahua to exchange glances with Liang Yihan for that brief time.
When Liang Yihan saw Ah Hua's cold and resentful sea-blue eyes, his heart suddenly ached.
A moment later, Wolf Source flew away quickly, leaving behind only Ah Hua's weak voice, filled with resentment: "From this day forward, Ah Hua will no longer exist in this world, and I, Ling Xi of the Spirit Cat Clan, will be irreconcilably opposed to you Central Plains Daoist sects!"
These words seemed to be directed at Liang Yihan. The crimson flying sword beneath Liang Yihan's feet wobbled and nearly fell. He hurriedly steadied the flying sword, his figure standing on it looking utterly dejected, his head bowed deeply, his face filled with sorrow.
The man in the Void Transformation stage suffered the most from the backlash of the sword formation. He was kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, his face contorted in pain.
Liu Lingying hurried to the man's side and asked with concern, "Senior Brother Ning, are you alright?"
Senior Brother Ning's face was grim. He slowly shook his head and said, "The spirit cat actually sacrificed its life to use the spirit cat clan's secret technique, 'Swift Spirit Curse.' Hmph, I really underestimated it!"
Liu Lingying's face showed a mixture of joy and worry. She was happy that Li Molin had escaped, but she also felt it was a real pity that she hadn't been able to catch the spirit cat.
After a long while, all she could do was sigh softly.
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