First strike, then revise.
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Yan Ruxue frowned, feeling the changes in her body.
She realized her Dao Power was continuously being eroded.
No matter how she mobilized her Dao Power,
she couldn't stop this mighty erosion.
"Is this an experienced Daluo?"
She was somewhat shocked.
How did such methods come to offend anyone?
Is it really her beloved disciple?
Her disciple was somewhat too competent to provoke such a person.
Could he escape by himself?
Forget it.
Disciples have their own fate.
For now, she better protect her own little life.
At this moment, she started evolving her Dao Power to combat it.
In her mind, she seemed to have lived through long ages.
Intangibly, she fought against a powerful being for a thousand years, and her Light of the Dao grew ever more brilliant, yet no matter how dazzling, it couldn't evade that terrible erosion.
At this time, the three watched as Yan Ruxue's Light of the Dao gradually dissipated, and then her body further petrified.
