"Out of tricks? Then die!" Miao Yu sneered, her whisk quivering as she prepared her killing blow.

But the next instant, an energy spear shot through the air like a rainbow falling from the sky.

Whoosh!

Miao Yu’s face contorted in shock. She lashed out with three thousand filaments of her whisk and pushed her silk scarf’s defense to the limit, its light flashing frantically. But the Seven-Colored Spear was unstoppable, like a knife slicing through tofu; it pierced through every defense.

Boom!

The explosion lit up the battlefield. Duan Feng’s heart leapt. 

"Hall Leader Duan, collect the spoils and return to Danxia Peak immediately," Min Longyu’s voice came through his spirit consciousness once more.

Without hesitation, Duan Feng struggled to his feet and approached Miao Yu’s corpse. She was already gone, no trace...