A streak of white light pierced the night sky as Shen Yao descended like a celestial maiden from the nine heavens, her piercing, biting chill instantly driving back the surrounding men in black.
Zhong Yun and the others, trapped within the array, suddenly felt the pressure lift, and their stagnant true qi began to flow once more.
"Yao'er!" Zhong Yun's heart leaped with joy. He knew Shen Yao's strength was unfathomable; with her here, this battle might still turn around.
Chapter 72