Cultivating Clan: I Am the Guardian Spirit Stone

Hong Yao nodded and was about to speak when her eyebrows suddenly twitched, turning her gaze eastward.

Yang Lingrui and He Shenglai followed her line of sight, spotting three faint shadows—one black and two white—streaking toward them from the horizon.

"Perfect timing! Three months without a proper fight—now we can finally cut loose!"

Hong Yao shook her perky braid excitedly, then traced a crackling circle around the two men with lightning-tipped fingers.

"Stay inside this ring. I’ll handle those three."

With that, she vaulted skyward, morphing into a crimson thundercloud as she charged toward the eastern arrivals.

The four figures collided violently above the clouds, filling the sky with roaring red lightning.

Yang Lingrui muttered an incantation to link with Chen Yang’s awareness, barely managing to track the aerial struggle.

Through the churning clouds, he glimpsed glowing talismans and sword flashes moving faster than fear itself.