Seeing the great hand closing in, Ye Jiliu hurriedly expanded his Protective Treasure Light to resist forcefully, but the five fingers continued to tighten inward with great pressure, like mountain ranges layering upon him. Seeing that the treasure light was about to shatter, his expression changed and he immediately regretted it.
He had no Protective Dharma Treasure, relying solely on his own cultivation to sustain himself. If he had risked his life earlier to slay with his sword, he still might have carved out a path. But now, it was too late; he could not free his hands at all. Without anyone's aid, he would be crushed into a lump of flesh in no time.
Seeing him at his wit's end, Gongyang Sheng swung his horsetail whisk decisively and shouted, "Save him!"
The other five also realized the danger and quickly moved, albeit with varying speeds and different targets.
