"Ah ..." A scream came from beside him. The others were not as lucky as Zi Yin and the others. A young cultivator had just used his protective Yuan Qi when he was turned into a hornet's nest by the wind blade turbulence. Blood gushed out like a fountain and he died immediately.
Immediately after that, a few more screams were heard. Ling Chuxi did not need to look to know that these people would definitely not survive.
They had already used up most of their vital Qi and were barely holding on with their willpower. How could they withstand such a violent wind blade?
Even though Ling Chuxi did not have a good impression of these people, she still did not want to watch them die in front of her eyes. A ray of sword light slashed out and offset a part of the turbulent flow of wind blades.