"Are you all insane?" Bai Zixue muttered under her breath, a frosty gaze aimed at Bai Tianwu, Old Wei, and the others, her voice a whisper of disbelief.
"Get out here, you all!" Old Wei's voice cracked like old wood, his tone dismissive as he completely ignored her.
With a sudden wave of his hand, he released a burst of golden light that cloaked the space like a domain, locking it down and preventing anyone from advancing further.
WHOOSH!
In an instant, three formidable Spiritual Mortal Generals appeared from a shadowed corner near the frozen Xiao Ming, their presence nearly suffocating. Dressed in scarlet robes, they radiated a power that sent shivers through the air.
At first glance, Xiao Ming appeared unmoved, his body as still as ice, his expression frozen in an unreadable mask.
However, only a fool would mistake him for incapable of action.
