Fang Xing let out a cold laugh. "Heh, it took me so much effort to lure you guys out here, yet now you want to escape?" The golden wings flickered behind him, and he was suddenly up in the sky. His speed was many times greater than Servant Qiao's, allowing him to rise higher and cut the Yin Servant off before he could manage to escape.
Activating his Foundation Stage power, Fang Xing began to utilize an Ancient technique of the Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords. An endless number of sword-light feathers were engulfed in black malice and shot forward like a wide net to cover and capture Servant Qiao below.
Servant Qiao's attempt to flee to the air was immediately halted from the attack from above. "I'm going to tear you into a million pieces, little brat!" he yelled out, his own malevolent aura drawing into a barrier as he put all of his strength into defense.
