Before Zhang Nian could react.
Another disciple attacked from the flank, the soft whip in hand slithering like a nimble viper, weaving through the air with a chilling gleam, aiming straight for Zhang Nian's throat.
Zhang Nian's beautiful eyes widened in terror as she sidestepped, nearly tumbling to the ground.
At the same moment, her panicked toes lightly tapped, and an Ice Blade erupted from beneath like a sharp sword, only to miss its mark due to her instability, merely grazing the disciple's lower abdomen, scaring him into retreating a few steps, before he rushed back with anger written all over his face.
Seeing that single combat could not easily subdue this seemingly frail girl, they exchanged a glance and immediately started deploying a joint attack tactic.
For a moment.
Their spiritual power interwove, forming a colorful yet deadly vortex in the air, as if it wanted to completely swallow Zhang Nian.
