"No!" An Yan cried out in shock, ready to fly into the sky.
Someone pressed down on her shoulder, "You must take Xiang Xiang, Nian Nian, and Xuan'Er and leave quickly!"
In the blink of an eye, An Yan saw Fan Mengxue transform into a streak of black light and shoot up to the sky.
Before she even arrived, vines made of dark forces had already spread across the sky, rushing towards their target.
Boom.
The black vines entwined around the palm of the statue and began to hinder its descent.
Thump thump thump.
A series of brittle sounds, these black vines couldn't withstand the immense strength of the palm, and were continuously shattering.
Fan Mengxue's face grew increasingly pale.
Even so, Fan Mengxue did not retreat, and for every vine that shattered, she quickly grew two in its place.
The speed of the palm's descent gradually slowed, but Fan Mengxue had clearly reached her limit, trembling violently all over due to the extreme overuse of dark power.
