Just as Teng Mingze and Teng Mingxu were about to charge out of the formation, Ou Yangming forcibly suppressed the Qi and blood that were surging inside his body. When he bent his finger and pointed, a rune not instantly shifted over to fill up the hole in the sky curtain.
"No—" The brothers let out shrill shrieks and turned pale. It was evident that a drop of natal essence and blood each was a huge consumption for them, and it was almost unbearable. They were in utter despair as though they had fallen into a bottomless abyss, but there was nothing they could do as they could only watch the sky curtain close up again.
At this moment, the big black sword that was condensed from gravel and a blizzard simply crushed the lotus flower's petals into powder.
The sword Qi that lingered around the big black sword had also dispersed a lot, but it was still frightening.
