A streak of sword light descended from the sky, swiftly severing all the black lines, then shot towards the woman in black.
The woman in black was taken aback and leaped backward, simultaneously waving her hand, causing countless black lines to shoot out, binding the incoming sword light tightly.
As the black lines were severed, the black lines on Zhao Luofei, Zhou Tong, and Yang Suhua also vanished.
They gasped for breath, desperately inhaling fresh air like fish out of water, fear still lingering in their eyes. The suffocating sensation of being on the brink of death had been truly terrifying.
Subsequently, the three of them saw a figure descending from the sky, landing before them.
Gazing at the familiar tall figure, Zhao Luofei momentarily forgot to breathe, staring blankly at him.
This familiar silhouette, that familiar voice, she was somewhat afraid to think any further.
