Saying that, Shi Feiyang stood tall like a pine tree, and turned around to walk briskly towards where Lan Xiaodie was.
From afar, Lan Xiaodie saw Shi Feiyang steadily approaching.
His steady steps seemed to carry an overwhelming pressure, each step as if treading on Lan Xiaodie's heart.
Lan Xiaodie was immediately so frightened that her face turned pale, her once lovely and vibrant face now as bloodless as a piece of white paper.
Her eyes widened like copper bells, filled with terror and despair.
She had no time to think more and hastily shouted, "Retreat!"
At the same time, with a wave of her jade hand, a cluster of poisonous mist needles shot towards Shi Feiyang like scattered flowers in the sky.
These poisonous mist needles glinted with an eerie light under the sunlight, carrying a pungent smell that made one want to retch.
In the blink of an eye, the toxic mist spread out, forming a dense smoke that enveloped her and the twelve sword maids.
