The task she set out to do, no one could stop!
Ye Wanlan's gaze was icy cold; she bit the tip of her finger and started inscribing some sort of symbols around the Longsword with her blood.
The wind grew fiercer and fiercer, until the stars and the moon could only hear the furious howling of the gales.
Blood poured into the Formation, and the barrier surged forth with new energy.
"I don't care if you're from the Lin Family or a Successor of Mount Penglai!" Owens's face twisted hideously as he broke free from the Formation's bonds, "Dare to mock us, and you shall pay with blood!"
His eyes glinted with excitement and bloodlust, his gaze utterly cruel.
"Shh—!"
Owens's blade pierced through Ye Wanlan's shoulder!
"Pfft!" Ye Wanlan spat out another mouthful of blood, her complexion turning instantly pallid.
Xing Yue suddenly widened her eyes, uttering a heart-wrenching scream: "Ah Lan!"
