Liang Hui did his best to conceal his figure, becoming like a lifeless stone.
Above the sky, two figures, one in front of the other, rapidly closed the distance.
The aura emanating from the purple-clad elder grew increasingly terrifying, oppressive like a great mountain.
"Since you wish to die, this old man will fulfill your desire."
He bellowed sharply.
A several-hundred-meters-long shadow of a staff plummeted from the sky.
Boom!
The piercing roar stirred endless waves of energy.
It struck directly towards Qing Yi.
The woman's arms moved, and the crisp, sacred sound of bells rang out.
She fended off such a powerful strike.
But her speed of escape inevitably slowed down.
Liang Hui's brows furrowed lightly, noticing that something was off with Qing Yi's state beneath her veil.
With a thought,
the red Burnlight Pot floated into his palm.
In the instant the purple-clad elder passed by him,
