C407 Qih Yaner's Conspiracy

The Longquan Sword followed closely behind as the others watched the Lyu Mastiff trapped, feeling a surge of excitement. They quickly unleashed their magical tools, aiming at the barrier.

Gu Zhuohua sat cross-legged on the ground, gritting her teeth, her hands moving swiftly to form seals. Waves of spiritual force shot towards the Soul-Departing Fan hovering above the Lyu Mastiff's head