To hell with it!
Xun Zining cursed furiously in his heart.
A hundred years of plotting, exhaustive preparations—they hadn't anticipated this twist. The Zhouliu Sect had laid a trap as intricate as heaven and earth itself, yet the four Wushuai cultivators were inexplicably hindered outside the perimeter, leaving only him and Feng Ying inside.
As the formation approached its breaking point, he and Feng Ying were on the verge of destruction. Xun Zining had already begun seriously considering escaping across borders using the Heavenly Wheel.
"Cough, cough!" Xun Zining wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, faint streaks of six-colored light flickering in his palm.
Outside, the four Wushuai continued their vigil; Mingzhen was the first to notice his subtle actions.
"What's he trying to do?" Mingzhen frowned deeply.
