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In the sky above, red flames and black shadows of staffs, accompanied by a chilling gale, surged toward Qing Tong.
Gazing at the terrifying assault, which measured dozens of meters in size, and feeling the overwhelming power as it rapidly expanded, Qing Tong realized that if he were to take a direct hit, he would surely be gravely injured. The subsequent battle would be dire... These three individuals had targeted him, knowing he was the softest target compared to Yayu and Er Lai. They struck fiercely, aiming to catch him off guard and inflict serious harm!
In a moment of desperation, Qing Tong could only mutter an expletive before swiftly ascending into the air to evade the attack. He understood that the more powerful an attack was, the harder it was for its wielder to control it. He could only hope that the three opponents would struggle to manage their offensive capabilities, relying on his agility to escape.
However, ideals often clash with harsh realities. Seeing Qing Tong's quick reaction as he fled without hesitation, Bai Yin and his companions snorted coldly. They were all exceptionally gifted individuals whose control over their attacks had been honed to perfection; they would not be as clumsy as Qing Tong imagined.
With thoughts racing, they adjusted their attacks with ease. The flames, shadows of staffs, and gales seemed to have a mind of their own as they redirected their assault, skillfully twisting and turning to pursue Qing Tong, who thought he had narrowly escaped.
As the terrifying attacks closed in on him, Qing Tong felt a surge of frustration. He continued to maneuver in the air, appearing increasingly desperate and far from his previous confident demeanor when commanding various clans. Yet he had no choice; feeling the intense heat of the flames, the overwhelming force of the staff shadows, and the chilling malice of the gales, he was unwilling to withstand them. Compared to his life, what did face-saving mean? If he could just hold out until the Bai Ze Clan's envoy arrived and turn the tide of battle, those who witnessed his current plight would all meet their end!
"You really underestimate me, Yayu!"
"Hmph! Brother Qing Tong, I'm here to assist you!"
Seeing Bai Yin and his companions launch their attacks without hesitation left Yayu and Er Lai momentarily stunned. If it weren't for Qing Tong's quick escape, they feared he might have exploded from sheer panic! Feeling their pride severely wounded, Yayu and Er Lai quickly reacted and appeared near Qing Tong to help him fend off the incoming assault.
Yayu summoned a pair of war hammers from behind him. As they soared into the wind, they grew larger and emitted a gentle sound reminiscent of flowing water. To an untrained ear, it sounded like a mountain stream; however, its true form was two massive rivers dozens of meters wide. The waves surged forth from nothingness, coiling around the war hammers.
Sensing the deathly energy emanating from them, Bai Yin and his companions were slightly taken aback; this must be Yayu's trump card—Ruoshui Energy! Though he was indeed brutal and bloodthirsty, he was equally ruthless toward both enemies and himself. He had devoted hundreds of years to cultivating near Ruoshui. Even with innate affinity for Ruoshui, its essence filled with Fallen energy—imbued with extinction and death—could drive even a powerful being mad.
At that moment, the pair of giant hammers swelled in size against the wind until they reached several dozen meters in length. With a thunderous crash that shattered the very fabric of this world, an enormous shadow mirroring the hammers suddenly emerged and crashed down upon Bai Yin and his companions' attacks. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Yayu's war hammers no longer bore any trace of those rivers! The shadowy hammers were pure manifestations of Ruoshui Energy!
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