Countless bronze roots flew out.
The pale flying feathers, sharp as spiritual artifacts, instantly filled the entire sky, blocking out the sunlight. Then they pressed down toward the two people below, and the Heavenly Serpent was strangled on the spot.
They then covered the two of them.
The bronze roots tried to entangle the two from the sides, sealing off their space to escape.
Unfortunately, it was all in vain. True Fire transformed into flying knives, the bronze roots were chopped apart, and flames rapidly spread along the roots towards the Divine Hall.
Xu Xuan's eyes turned pure gold as he stood in the center of the formation. Boundless flames emerged from the void, transforming into crimson shields. Each shield blocked dozens, even hundreds, of flying feathers, and when they ended, they exploded, perishing together with the feathers.
Of course, there were too many pale flying feathers; they were inexhaustible.
