Normally, it would have been considered more than sufficient to send a Peak of Foundation Establishment Elder to serve as Guardian.
Zheng Wuji held his Yin-Yang Gourd, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Demoness, your journey ends here today!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, he formed a hand seal and pointed. Mysterious black water once again spewed from the gourd, this time transforming into two flood dragons—one black, one white—that intertwined as they lunged to tear Song Yaoli apart.
Song Yaoli gritted her teeth and crushed a Blood Talisman she had hidden in her sleeve. The demonic wind around her flared violently, and her figure shot backward like a specter. The water dragons missed their target, instead corroding two deep trenches into the ground where they struck.
