“Take it!” Sikong Xing shouted. Obeying her command, the countless ice arrows flashing with tiny thunderbolts immediately rushed towards Chu Tianfeng’s large red lotus flames. Qin Xiumo’s natal long sword swooped in front, slashing its sword aura left and right, opening a path for Sikong Xing’s ice arrows.
Su Junmo raised his eyebrows, feeling his fighting spirit aroused by his allies. “I command…” Su Junmo drew a huge cross in the air. As his fingers moved, slight crackling sounds followed. “…cut them!” Su Junmo finished his spell, and countless willow leaves appeared midair, cutting from all directions like small daggers.