Ji Sixin sighed and could only let him go, her current cultivation was simply unable to solve this problem.
She found a place to sit down and then looked towards Ding Huan.
When she saw the aura around Ding Huan rapidly recovering, and the Taoist Rhythm visibly becoming more cohesive, she was so shocked that she almost wanted to go closer to observe more carefully.
She had encountered many who had reached the seventh step, and she guessed that Qi Sha had not reached the seventh step.
And the one heavily injuring Qi Sha was definitely someone at the seventh step, possibly Jiang Jianwang.
Looking at the red-haired cultivator beside her whose body had been severed, she knew that the wound left by the seventh step was definitely not easily healed.
But this Qi Sha in front of them, the corrosive Taoist Rhythm left by others' divine skills seemed trivial and was quickly dissolved.
Even saints fear the Taoist scars left by others the most.
