At that very moment, the raven bone fan in Duan Yue's grasp transformed into a streak of light, morphing into a keen-edged sword. Accompanied by a fearsome aura, the demon fire surged towards Ling's back.
If Ling attempted to evade, reaching Second Young Sir Qin's side in time would be an impossible feat.
Thus, she had no choice but to clench her teeth and endure Duan Yue's sword strike. In an instant, she reached Second Qin's side, extending her hand to receive the black lotus flower powder before her.
Her expression instantly shifted. With a pfft, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and her figure swayed twice.
Second Young Sir wasn't faring any better.
Even with Ling shielding him, his current cultivation level lagged significantly behind Mo Lian's.
Despite Ling's intervention, a portion of the remaining force reached him, contorting his expression.
