"There seems to be a layer of flowing air on the surface of this thing. What's really hard isn't its body; it seems that this layer of air is what's protecting it from harm."
Yunmo hesitated and said in a deep voice, "It seems to be... a kind of consumption-type alien technique."
"After withstanding the light of the quantum sword, it seems to have been weakened a lot."
Just then, a struggle suddenly appeared in Vito Rosso's will-o'-the-wisps, and he clawed at his head with his ferocious hands, roaring in pain.
As if sensing something, Chu Liyue suddenly turned around and saw Xiao Wujie's eyes gleaming, his strange and deep gaze fixed straight on Vito Rosso.
Without wasting the opportunity Xiao Wujie had created for them, she took a step forward in an instant, moving like a gust of wind, and swung her sword down.
On the other side, Xiao Wujie had his hand on Beishan's shoulder, his face as pale as paper, but his handsome appearance was still undeniable, and the eerie light flowing in his eyes added a touch of the supernatural.
Standing against the wind, he suddenly spoke in a low, soft voice:
"Sister Qingyi, are you scared?"
Lin Qingyi, who was protecting him, slightly shifted her gaze. A gentle breeze ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead, obscuring the expression on her face.
After a long while, she gently turned her head, her gaze seemingly filled with many images and emotions like a movie, which vanished like smoke after the wind passed, leaving Xiao Wujie's pale and handsome face reflected in her clear eyes.
Her eyes flickered slightly, and a subtle yet gentle curve appeared on her delicate face, like an autumn lotus swaying in the wind, beautiful and charming.
"Now, I'm not so scared."
Xiao Wujie chuckled: "I'm almost out of strength. Protect me, okay?"
She held a silver needle between her fingertips and softly replied, "Okay."
Xiao Wujie smiled, his smile haggard yet bright, and his eyes suddenly shone brightly.
With his outer defenses breached and his body covered in wounds, Vito Rosso let out a painful roar, clutching his head and struggling. A soft, low, magnetic giggle seemed to linger in the air for a moment before disappearing.
With a ferocious look in his eyes, an extremely sinister emotion surfaced. Ignoring the wounds on his body and the barrage of attacks, he charged straight at Xiao Wujie behind him like a wild beast making a desperate counterattack.
Behind her, Chu Liyue swung her sword down.
Lin Qingyi's figure darted out in front of him.
Xiao Wujie, his face deathly pale, was slightly out of breath, and a trickle of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He was hurriedly supported by Beishan, his gaze fixed ahead, and he murmured softly:
"Sister Qingyi, I wish you to sever your dark past and have a bright and joyful life ahead."
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