The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 422 The Young Singer's Journey 91

In the end, Nangong Chunshui was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. Only with the help of the Iron Horse Ice River in her hand could she barely stand still.

The twelve "immortals" opposite him, however, had ashen faces, looking even worse than Nangong Chunshui.

Although they were not seriously injured by Nangong Chunshui's sword, in their eyes, it was a blatant humiliation to be wounded by a mere mortal whom they regarded as an ant.

This humiliation was like adding fuel to a fire, instantly bringing their anger to its peak. Their eyes almost spit fire, and they exuded a murderous aura.

At this moment, Mo Yi in the sky looked down at everyone on the ground like a god, his eyes revealing contempt and disdain: "Why do you not kneel before an immortal?"

The twelve 'immortals' looked up at Mo Yi in anger, their eyes filled with indescribable complexity.

Uh……

Perhaps, is it possible that those who descended from heaven are more qualified to be called 'immortals'?

The group exchanged a knowing glance and reached a tacit understanding.

Now that the previous one had been seriously injured, they would concentrate their firepower on the newcomer.

Looking at Mo Yi in the sky, Nangong Chunshui helplessly raised her hand and slapped her forehead, sighing inwardly: It's over!

Xiao Moyi ultimately couldn't escape the shackles of her obsession and went mad with demonic possession.

Fortunately, it remembered its duty and, sensing the celestial being descending to earth, traveled a great distance to stop it.

Thinking of this, Nangong Chunshui felt slightly comforted and casually unleashed a burst of true energy at Mo Yi.

The onlookers all looked up at Mo Yi. At first, they seemed to see hope when they saw him, but when he finished speaking, their expressions changed.

Could this person be an accomplice of those twelve 'immortals'?

The thought of this possibility sent a chill down everyone's spine, and a sense of unease quickly spread through the crowd.

Meanwhile, Mo Yi was brought back to his senses by Nangong Chunshui's true energy and regained his consciousness. He looked down at the 'immortal' below with a solemn expression.

"Mo Yi, I'll hold off these guys on the ground. You must find a way to close that crack in the sky first!"

Nangong Chunshui caught sight of the "immortal" about to attack Mo Yi, and hurriedly shouted. Then, she flashed and rushed towards the crowd first.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, but after regaining his senses, he quickly understood the urgent situation before him. He suddenly rose into the air, wanting to fly up and block the crack in the sky.

He gracefully flew through the air, and with a wave of his sleeve, several streams of true energy stirred up the wind and clouds.

Under the influence of this force, the snow fog that had been dispersed in the sky began to gather again.

Seeing this, Nangong Chunshui felt a little relieved. He gritted his teeth and focused all his attention on dealing with these 'immortals' on the ground.

"Great! The cracks in the sky are slowly closing up."

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"Yes, that's great! Once the crack closes, no one will come down from the sky anymore."

"But these twelve 'immortals' on the ground are equally troublesome. We need to find a way to recover our internal strength as soon as possible and see if we can relieve some of the pressure on these two seniors."

"Yes, yes, yes! We can't just sit here and wait; we need to help think of a solution."

That's how people are; when they are completely plunged into despair and see no hope, their fighting spirit will also dissipate.

But as long as they catch a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, everyone will grasp at it like a lifeline, doing everything in their power to fight for survival and pursue that sliver of hope.

Wuxin didn't notice the crack in the sky slowly closing, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He then turned to Xiao Yu beside him and said, "Great, the crack in the sky... um? You, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wuxin's gaze suddenly froze, as if his throat had been suddenly gripped, and the ease that had just appeared on his face instantly vanished.

At this moment, Xiao Yu's face was calm, but a chilling smile appeared on his lips. His wide clothes fluttered without wind, and a fierce aura continued to rise.

Like the oppressive atmosphere before a flash flood, it gave people an indescribable sense of danger, and this sense of danger became more and more intense as his aura grew stronger.

A bright red dot between his brows, like a blazing flame, seemed to be quietly releasing invisible fluctuations. This power stirred the surrounding air, causing visible ripples that distorted and changed Xiao Yu's originally handsome face, adding a touch of mystery and eeriness.

However, amidst this overwhelming momentum and bizarre changes, Xiao Yu remained unusually calm, to the point of being eerily calm, sending chills down one's spine.

Soon, a strange change began to stir in the air. This change was rapid and subtle, and it quickly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Just as everyone began searching for the source of this anomaly, the celestial phenomena suddenly changed. The crack that had been slowly closing was suddenly violently torn open by an inexplicable force.

Upon seeing this, Mo Yi's expression changed drastically. He immediately unleashed an even more powerful surge of true energy in an attempt to stabilize the turbulent situation, but was pulled back by another, even more powerful force surging from the crack.

Before he could react, more than a dozen figures fell rapidly from the crack, heading straight for Mo Yi in the sky, bringing with them gusts of sharp wind.

Another wave of terrified screams erupted from the crowd, but Wuxin had no time to pay attention to anything else. He instinctively reached out and grabbed Xiao Yu's sleeve: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Wuxin's voice trembled slightly; this was the first time he had addressed Xiao Yu in this way.

Xiao Yu turned her head, smiled slightly at him, and said in a very soft and gentle voice, "I'm fine, I'm just very angry, or more accurately, furious!"

Although he said that, Xiao Yu showed no anger on his face.

However, Wuxin sensed the anger beneath Xiao Yu's calm face and dared not imagine what kind of terrifying rage was brewing beneath his current appearance.

Xiao Yu spoke again: "I was playing the game according to the rules, but they broke the rules and even overturned the table. Wuxin, what do you think I should do in this situation?"

Wu Xin opened his mouth: "Are you going to deal with those immortals?"

"Deal with immortals?" Xiao Yu's eyes flickered, and he slowly nodded: "Alright, then let's eliminate those demons first, and then annihilate the Nanjue Kingdom and its people!"

When he said the last few words, Xiao Yu almost ground his teeth to powder; each word was as cold as ice, chilling everyone to the bone.