Li Xijun buried his head in self-reproach, standing amidst the clouds, he looked at the Foundation Establishment Shield enveloping Xu Xiao. With a flip of his hand, he too conjured a Talisman, decisively smashing it down without a hint of reluctance or hesitation.
In mid-air, the Talisman soared and spun, transforming into a delicately crafted little hammer, traced with golden patterns. Its ends curled up like ram's horns, and it thunderously descended towards Xu Xiao.
Meanwhile, Wushao didn't let up, two shadows spiraled rapidly, skimming across the ground. They shot up like venomous snakes, seizing the moment when the two Foundation Establishment Spells collided to strike fiercely from both front and rear.
