The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation was breached, and the Poison Dragon Cave was now close at hand.
Witnessing this scene, Feng Xixi hesitated for a rare moment before waving her hand, "Stand by here… Do not act rashly."
She was merely a minor fierce spirit, suitable to cooperate in attacking a formation, but to confront a Divine Power Practitioner? Was she courting death?
Zhong Shenxiu and the others naturally had no objections, looking to Feng Xixi for direction.
As they were ducking their heads, they saw a beam of sword light flying out from the dark mountain range.
The beam of sword light was majestic and grand, stretching dozens of yards like a black flood dragon. With a mere flick, countless sword Qi burst forth, tearing apart a group of overzealous Guard House Captains.
And that wasn't all.
The sword light shot into the heavens, striking towards a bank of white clouds.
