"Such powerful palm techniques!"
The Little Demon Immortal clutched her chest with one hand, her face pale as frost.
Yun Ying looked at the Little Demon Immortal and let out a chilling, bizarre laugh.
"Hehe, your skin is so tender, you must taste delicious!"
Before the laughter faded, he extended his scarlet tongue, licking his lips, and dove down like a bat, straight towards the Little Demon Immortal.
"Little Demon Immortal, watch out!"
Seeing the Little Demon Immortal in danger, Zhao Yuqing, Ling Shuanghua, and Ximen Qingxue were all shocked and turned pale.
Immediately, without hesitation, they each displayed their Divine Skills, trying to stop Yun Ying's attack on the Little Demon Immortal.
"Moonlight Slash!"
"Ice Dragon Roar!"
"The White Clouds Emerge from the Deep!"
...
Various attacks, like shooting stars tearing through the night sky, targeted Yun Ying.
