I forced myself to look calm and composed, raising my voice to shout back: "A rabble like you trying to block our path is nothing short of delusional fantasy!"
As my voice trailed off, Mu Yanfeng took the lead, drawing his sword first. The sharp blade gleamed with a chilling light amidst the shrouding miasma. Zhuque spread its wings and soared high, unleashing a torrent of fierce flames from its beak that swept overwhelmingly toward the men of the Blood You Sect.
Qingmiao cast her water-attribute spells once more, swiftly forming crystal-clear water screens in front of us to effectively block the encroaching miasma. Mengzhang gripped his talisman tightly, his expression grave and ready for battle.
Chapter 47