"Taoist Friend Liu, quickly deploy defenses! We're already trapped in an illusionary realm. If we continue to do nothing, we'll be at their mercy!" Qing Gu, seeing Liu Ming's current state, immediately shouted a reminder.
Before his voice could fade, a massive gray blade emerged from the void beside him and struck down fiercely.
Rumble!
The red silk around Qing Gu's body trembled violently, and several strands were instantly severed by the gray blade.
However, the gray blade also shattered, dissipating into a flicker of gray light.
Qing Gu couldn't afford to concern himself with Liu Ming. His hands moved like spinning wheels as he cast one spell after another, stabilizing the red silk around him. Yet the spiritual light it emitted dimmed compared to before.
Before he could feel even the slightest relief, the glowing light in the surrounding void surged, revealing four or five identical gray blades. With piercing sharpness, they slashed toward Qing Gu relentlessly.
