"Just this pathetic Barrier, and you dream it can stop me!" Cang Qing sneered as his palm gathered Spiritual Power and struck directly at the protective shield.
The protective shield instantly dissipated, and the courtyard trembled a few times under the influence of the airstream.
Inside, Feng Yueya, who was focusing on infusing Yun Shangyuan with Spiritual Power, suddenly furrowed her brow and violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Her eyes remained closed as she endured the chaotic airstream whirling inside her and continued to feed Yun Shangyuan Spiritual Power, little by little.
Just a bit more, just a bit more and it would be a success…
What Feng Yueya didn't notice was that Yun Shangyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Cang Qing landed on the ground, his palm gathering a ball of silver Spiritual Power, intending to strike at the courtyard.
"Stop!" Suddenly, a figure brandished a sword and stabbed at him from behind.
