"Do it!" Ling Chuxi pulled out her long sword.
The longer she stayed on the one sword peak, the more Ling Chuxi felt the yuan Qi in her meridians boil uncontrollably. It was as if she could break through the last bottleneck and advance to the God level at any time.
To others, advancing to the divine level was a good thing. However, Ling Chuxi knew that her Yuan soul, which had only reached the middle stage, was not enough to withstand the might of the Tribulation lightning. She did not want to advance too early.
Ling Ziyun also pulled out his sword with a cough, glaring at Chai ke Zhou with hatred. Huangfu qingjue's fingers were placed on the hilt of his sword. Although he was pulling out his sword, his entire person seemed to have become one with the boundless will of the Yijian peak, and he was releasing a pressure that made one's heart palpitate.
