Hui Moxiang rushed forth.
The black crystals, more aggressive than before, rushed to coat her path but she shattered their formation with her staff.
Behind her, Liu Sumeng stood his ground and chanted a spell, an array lit up at his feet. A frosty mist began to form, chasing away any black crystals that attempted to encroach on his space.
The Ivory Sword Saint made it clear that this would be their only chance. He was betting on this one decisive blow.
Hui Moxiong had nodded, shedding her apprehension and her feelings toward Lu Guani aside.
The Ivory Sword Saint was right. Hui Moxiang found resolve and without hesitation she tapped into her power without reserve. Demonic energy overflowed the room and even when Hui Moxiang felt her body strain, she did not stop. Her girlish form transformed into a giant raven and when a black spearhead charged at her, Hui Moxiang fearlessly rushed at it.
