Suddenly, Na Nanxu let out a sharp cry. He struck his two iron shields together, creating a constant, grating screech—*zeng, zeng, zeng*—as bolts of lightning, like a cascade of meteors, surged across the sky to crash headlong into Fairy Qiongran and her followers.
Hu Yihui remained silent, his expression solemn as he watched Na Nanxu, who clearly believed his ambush had succeeded.
Indeed, Fairy Qiongran did not even lift an eyelid. A gentle, spring-breeze smile remained on her face. With a slight wave of her hand, her ten fingers danced, and a thick barrier instantly materialized before her—a thin, transparent membrane that stood between the two groups. The bolts of lightning, fierce as wolves and tigers, struck the membrane only to be reflected immediately, scattering and raining down upon the demonic cultivators themselves.
Chapter 108