"One that will end you if you don't leave," Mumu snarled, her form shimmering with dangerous purple light.
Undeterred, the leader raised his hand, signaling his men. "Don't underestimate her. Formation, activate!"
The cultivators moved with practiced precision, taking up positions around the room. A faint humming filled the air as they channeled their energy, a web of invisible force coalescing around Hongyue and Mumu, trapping them.
Hongyue cursed under her breath. She recognized the formation—it suppressed divine energy, rendering her powers useless. Mumu, though powerful, was still recovering and couldn't break through alone.
"Hongyue, we need to escape!" Mumu urged.
Hongyue nodded grimly, knowing they were outmatched. Their only chance was to flee.
With a swift motion, she drew her sword, its blade shimmering with cold, lunar light. Slashing at the nearest cultivator, she created an opening.
"Mumu, now!" she yelled.
