"Thank you, Daoist."
Xiao Poxu consumed one, then summoned the Golden Scale Flying Sword and ascended the city wall, starting to rely on the City Protection Array to slay the demon army sweeping in.
His Lifebound Flying Sword was taken away by Master Ci Hang last time, but fortunately, the Holy Sect helped them find one again, preventing their combat power from being too greatly reduced.
Just as Feng Qingyan said, Zhao Rui and others were all besieging the Saint Heir, with only one Ghost Cultivator in the late-stage Nascent Soul attacking head-on, so the pressure was not great.
They relied on the Formation to easily repel two rounds of attacks consecutively.
Xiao Poxu's gaze was on the distant battlefield of Mu Qingming, and he said worriedly, "Daoist Mu hasn't returned yet; could he have fallen into a trap?"
"Yes indeed."
