Blood for the Spirit Killing Formation
Xiao Yan staggered upright, his vision blurring—but the first thing he saw was Mi-An.
"Mi-An!" he shouted, running toward her.
Before she could move, the Ansha froze her legs in place.
"For what you did on the cliff—" the Ansha began coldly.
"Leave her alone!" Xiao Yan roared.
The Ansha turned slowly. "Come. Take her, then."
Xiao Yan's aura exploded.
He activated the Spirit Killing Formation.
Nem's voice rang out, false concern dripping from every word.
"Xiao Yan! You'll die too—you are a spirit!"
"I would sacrifice my life," Xiao Yan said, blood spilling from his palm as he awakened the formation, "if it means ending all evil."
The formation ignited, blazing with terrifying light.
Nem and Qiong Qi exchanged glances.
Mi-An tried to speak—but her voice failed her.
The Ansha's eyes burned crimson. "You would give your life to kill me?"
"It is worth it," Xiao Yan replied. "For the world."
Nem barked sharply, "Help him!"
Qiong Qi poured a fraction of his inner energy into the formation. The Spirit Killing Staff manifested, vibrating violently.
"The Spirit Killing Staff…"
The Ansha's voice darkened.
"I have tolerated enough of your insolence."
Power surged.
Xiao Yan ascended midair, swinging the staff—but the Ansha dodged, and in that same instant, Xiao Yan grabbed Mi-An and carried her out of harm's way.
Qiong Qi struck from behind.
Xiao Yan crashed into the formation.
It activated fully.
One by one, they surrounded it—each offering a drop of blood to seal it.
"The formation is almost complete," Xiao Yan gasped.
"You are all beasts," the Ansha spat.