It was too late by the time Mo Yujian's anxious voice sounded.
Hai Feng's hand had touched the hilt of the sword and it repelled him so strong that his body flew backwards, outside the circle pattern that protected them.
The second Hai Feng's back landed on the ground that was filled with cracks, the sky rumbled heavily and the ground beneath their feet shook. Snow storm started to build up around them, rendering them unable to open their eyes.
"Master! Hai Feng—!" Ouyang Xueqing's blood boil. She wanted to dash and pulled Hai Feng back but Mo Yujian stopped her.
"No! Don't leave this place while I am activating the array!"
"But Master—" Ouyang Xueqing's eyes widened when Mo Yujian spurted out a mouthful of blood. The red was jarring contrast to the white snow. His body staggered and Ouyang Xueqing flew back to support him.
Her eyes reddened with worry. "M—Master…you—"
