"Senior Brother Li, Senior Brother Zhang seems to be surrounded. Aren't you going to help him?" Song Hesong asked with concern etched across his face.

Li Fan recalled Senior Brother Zhang's strength from Li Chen's memories and shook his head. "Four ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators aren’t enough. Even an early-stage Golden Core cultivator can’t do much to him."

Song Hesong's expression shifted strangely at these words.

With Chu Liang’s roar, four beams of light shot simultaneously toward Zhang Qianmo.

As if confirming Li Fan's assessment, a purple mirror materialized above Zhang Qianmo’s head at the critical moment, forming a protective barrier around him that instantly reflected the four beams back at their casters.

Chu Liang and the other three attackers...