When Xuan Wu and Bi Fang arrived, the four guards consciously positioned themselves on all four sides of Beiting Huang, adopting a defensive stance. Even within the space where Yan Ye had set up a formation pattern, under such circumstances, they dared not slack off in the slightest. Their master had already waited ten thousand years, and if anything were to happen to Beiting Huang now, they absolutely could not afford to wait another ten thousand years.
Time ticked away, and before long it was dusk. Wave after wave of divine power that reached the meridians was completely incinerated by the flames. Beiting Huang couldn't help but feel a bit anxious, but with such matters, anxiety was of no use. The more one worried, the more counterproductive it became. Beiting Huang took a deep breath; her Golden Core was spinning as fast as it could, emitting bursts of pale golden light. Gusts of divine power erupted from within her dantian and surged toward her meridians.
