Not far away, Wei Wuji was covered in blood. He covered his chest with one hand and coughed softly. He held his sword with the other hand and protected Yi Li behind him. Yi Li's body was covered in blood, and it was obvious that she had been severely injured. The sky-devouring underworld God was beside her, but his body was blurry and his spiritual power was exhausted. He could be forcibly recalled into the blood soul contract at any time.
Six middle-aged men in Black battle armors surrounded them. Each of them had a cold and cruel expression on their faces, and their killing intent surged.
"Little girl, as a member of the spirit race, you're quite talented to be able to cultivate a martial technique to such a level. Seeing that it wasn't easy for you to cultivate, I won't take your life. If you leave now, I, night kill, can still let you live." The leader, a tall man, said to Meng Luo in a sinister voice. It was obvious that he was a little afraid of her.
"Don't even think about it," Meng Luo raised her giant sword again.
"Mengluo, let's go. You've already helped me a lot. There's no need to die with me." Yi Li stood up with difficulty, gently stroking the short sword with her fingers. Her eyes were filled with determination.
"No, I promised brother Ling that I would definitely protect your safety." Meng Luo said firmly.
"Meng Luo, listen to big brother. Let's go. I was the one who promised Ling Wushang, not you." Wei Wuji took a deep breath, straightened his back, and put the huge profound sword on his shoulder. He took two steps forward and said.
"No, no, I said no, I mean no!" Meng Luo shook her head hard. Her pale face suddenly turned red, and her eyes became wild and violent.
"Die, all of you, die!" Meng Luo suddenly let out a long howl. With a furious roar, she dragged her giant sword and charged at her opponent.
The eyes of the middle-aged man called night kill turned cold. He drew the battle-axe behind him and swung it at Meng Luo.
Meng Luo's figure suddenly stopped. The huge ink-black sword drew a beautiful arc in the air and slashed at the middle-aged man with a tremendous force. Under the tremendous force, even her body lost its balance and flew out with the sword.
"Do it!" Night kill's expression changed slightly when he saw the power of Meng Luo's sword, and he shouted at his companions.
The two subordinates closest to her drew their swords and attacked Meng Luo together with night kill.
When Ling Chuxi arrived, she was just in time to witness this scene.
The six men in Black armors were all master-level fighters. Three of them were at the early stage of master-level, two of them were at the middle stage of master-level, and the leader, night kill, was at the late stage of master-level.
Although Meng Luo would explode with terrifying strength after going berserk, she might not be able to withstand the joint attack of these three grandmasters.
"Stop!" Ling Chuxi shouted and flew up with all her might. However, the distance was too far and it seemed like she would not be able to catch up.
"Be careful!" Wei Wuji and Yi Li also shouted at the same time and rushed forward.
Just as Yi Qing had said, Yi Li had become a Grandmaster after receiving the inheritance, and Wei Wuji had also become a Grandmaster after going crazy. However, they were both injured and couldn't use their full strength.
With the crisp sound of metal, a dazzling white light flashed out. A powerful and chaotic airflow swept out with them as the center, forming a terrible vortex of turbulent flow.
With muffled groans, Meng Luo, Wei Wuji, and Yi Li flew out like kites with broken strings.
Ling Chuxi jumped up and caught Meng Luo. Huangfu qingjue and Liang yunhuai also caught Wei Wuji and Yi Li.
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