As the night deepened, the offensive was also gradually becoming more ferocious.
Suddenly, two agile and nimble black-clothed youths jumped inside the encirclement, accompanied by the roars of two tigers. Two huge mystic beasts lunged forwards, chomping on the palms of two people dressed in nighttime combat outfits, tearing at them at all costs.
The attackers only let out a groan, still not uttering a word.
"Brace yourself, Madam Qiao. We've already sent someone to inform the crown prince and crown prince consort, so please don't panic." The youth that spoke swung his sword and entirely blocked a level-five mystic cultivator's attack for Wei Ziqin.
Among these people, other than that level-nine mystic cultivator, the rest mostly only had level-five and level-six cultivation. Half of them were even body cultivators who were around the sixth layer.
