Qingyao stood on the top of the mountain with her clothes fluttering, overlooking the cave entrance below, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.
Xiaoyi, standing by, rubbed his paws nervously, occasionally glancing at Qingyao. Qingyao's lips curled up slightly, a subtle, yet profound arc forming as she murmured softly, "This cave is easy to get into, but getting out is incredibly difficult. The monsters are just a snack to warm them up; the truly deadly stuff is still hidden behind." She paused, a glint of anticipation in her eyes. "Calculating the time, those little guys should have reached the exit by now, right?"
Xiaoyi couldn't help but shudder when he saw Qingyao like this. He asked timidly, "Grandfather, what are you doing...if anything happens to Yun Ao, will you really not care?"
Hearing this, Qingyao turned around, her eyes lingering on Xiaoyi for a moment, and she slowly spoke, "Intervene? Of course I have to, but the time is not right yet. He's gotten into so much trouble along the way, how can I feel at ease if I don't let him suffer a little?"
Xiao Yi shrank his neck and silently mourned for Yun Ao in his heart. He knew that his ancestor seemed gentle and kind, but in fact she was very mean-spirited. If he offended her, he would be in big trouble.
Yun Ao has been caught in a trap this time. I just hope that good luck will come to him and he can get through this ordeal.
Just as Xiaoyi was secretly praying for Yun Ao, a violent fluctuation of spiritual power suddenly came from the direction of the cave, followed by a panicked shouting.
Qingyao's eyes narrowed, and the smile on her lips widened. "It seems they have noticed something is wrong."
At this time, in the cave, Yun Ao and others ran towards the exit with joy, but found that the cave entrance, which was originally so close, was blocked by a strange light curtain. No matter how they attacked, the light curtain did not move at all, but instead bounced back all the attacking spiritual power. Several disciples were injured and fell to the ground. An ominous premonition arose in everyone's hearts, and fear began to spread in the team.
The temperature around Yun Ao and the others began to drop sharply, and a layer of frost gradually condensed on the ground. In the darkness, there seemed to be pairs of green eyes flashing, and low roars could be heard faintly, as if countless unknown terrifying creatures were approaching.
Xiaoyi asked nervously, "Grandfather, is it true that no one will die?"
Qingyao answered nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I'm here. I just want him to suffer some physical pain so that he will remember it." As she spoke, a group of huge ice soul beasts pounced out from the darkness and opened their bloody mouths towards Yun Ao and others.
When Yun Ao and the others saw that everyone was dodging, Yun Ao quickly injected spiritual power into the sword in his hand. The sword shone brightly, and he flashed and rushed towards the Ice Soul Beasts like a ghost, swinging his sword at their necks, trying to take the initiative, attract the attention of the Ice Soul Beasts, and buy a chance to breathe for his injured fellow.
Several senior brothers and sisters who were less seriously injured also endured the pain and quickly formed a formation. They stood in the four directions of east, south, west and north respectively, and changed the spells in their hands. Rays of spiritual power intertwined with each other to form a defensive light shield, protecting the seriously injured disciples from the sudden attack of the ice soul beasts.
Lin Fengyu, who was good at controlling water, waved his hands, and the surrounding water vapor quickly condensed and turned into sharp ice spikes, which shot towards the eyes and other vital parts of the ice soul beasts like a rainstorm, disrupting their attack rhythm.
Another sect disciple who was proficient in earth magic slammed the ground, controlling the rocks to rise from the ground and fly towards the ice soul beasts. Although he could not cause serious injuries to them, he could slow down their impact speed.
During the battle with the Ice Soul Beasts, Yun Ao seized the opportunity and displayed a family-inherited agility skill. He circled behind an Ice Soul Beast, gathered all his spiritual power into the tip of his sword, and stabbed it fiercely in the back.
The Ice Soul Beast felt pain, let out an angry roar, turned its head and spewed out an icy air. Yun Ao was unable to dodge and was hit by the cold air. His body was instantly covered with a layer of frost and his movements became slow.
But he gritted his teeth and persisted, continuing to deal with it with his tenacious will, waiting for the next opportunity to counterattack.
Yun Ao held a long sword in his hand, with spiritual power flashing on the sword. He kept swinging it to cut down the ice soul beasts that were rushing towards him from all directions. Every swing brought up a piece of ice debris, but there were too many ice soul beasts to kill, and they kept pouring in from all directions.
The sect disciples beside him also fought desperately, with various spells flashing and intertwining, but their attacks were like a stone falling on a stone, and the Ice Soul Beasts' offensive did not decrease at all.
A young disciple was distracted for a moment and was hit by the claws of an Ice Soul Beast. A big gash was instantly torn in his chest, and blood gushed out. Before he could even scream, he fell to the ground, dead.
Immediately afterwards, several more Ice Soul Beasts broke through the defense line, knocked several disciples to the ground, and instantly bit off their throats with their sharp teeth.
Yun Ao watched his fellow disciples fall one after another, his eyes bloodshot and his heart filled with worry. His body was covered with scars, his clothes torn, and blood stained his clothes.
Although his spiritual power was about to be exhausted, he still held on, constantly swinging his sword, trying to fight his way out, but every attack seemed so weak.
At this moment, Yun Ao's junior sister Lin Wan suddenly remembered the sect's distress signal in a panic. She didn't care about her own safety and desperately urged her spiritual power. The flare in her hand flew into the sky with a dazzling light, blooming brilliantly in the air.
Seeing this, Lin Fengyu and others followed suit. For a moment, the sky was illuminated by distress signals.
In an instant, the elders of the major sects felt the signal and used teleportation techniques to appear on the battlefield.
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