"Starfall Chessboard!"
As soon as he spoke, the chessboard in Venerable Lingfeng's hand soared into the sky, spinning above the firmament like a celestial curtain, its surface littered with falling black and white pieces.
"Buzz buzz buzz——"
Black and white pieces landed, forming a profound and mysterious formation, even stirring the forces of heaven and earth within the Secret Realm.
Lu Changsheng recognized that this Lingfeng was a formation cultivator, capable of deploying formations with ease using Magical Treasures.
Beside him, Chu Qingyi—her appearance cold and exquisitely beautiful—held her Magical Sword, emanating a peerless Sword Intent, and charged toward the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator grappling with Venerable Huxiao.
The Ghost Cultivator, already no match for Venerable Huxiao, fell into a disastrous retreat in the face of Chu Qingyi's assault, shrieking in agony.
