Su Jinhuan tapped her toes, and the Mystic Ice Mirror carved an arc in the air, freezing the oncoming chains into powder.
Chen Feng roared, swinging the Crimson Flame Sword. The flames on the blade made the rune traps hiss, yet they extinguished strangely the moment they touched the black-robed woman.
Ye Han’s hands moved in a blur, and the stellar orbits of the Huntian Compass surged, barely managing to sustain a barrier of starlight around them.
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