That disciple was sent flying by the spell, crashing to the ground and coughing up blood uncontrollably.
He looked up in terror just in time to see two disciples from the Canglan Sect charging him.
With a flash of cold steel, he desperately fought back, only to be sent flying once more.
He wasn't the only one. The others were also in dire straits; only Yue Lin was faring slightly better!
Cries of pain rang out intermittently. In a matter of minutes, the disciples of the Ancient Cold Sect had all fallen.
Every one of them was injured and covered in wounds; they were in terrible shape.
Yue Lin's heart sank. He fought back while trying to save the other disciples, but Song Lan Tian pressed her attack relentlessly. Seizing the moment his attention was divided, she thrust her sword toward his heart.
The immense power made the surrounding air crackle with explosive pops, and countless vortexes caused the air to churn violently.
SHLICK—
The blade pierced flesh.
