Uncle Ming’s expression changed. Only then did he remember that Zu An still had such a ridiculous trump card at his disposal. He instantly charged over.

The Empress Lantern slowly rose, bathing him in its radiance, making his body freeze. However, he sneered and remarked, “Do you really think a fake Empress Lantern can trap me?”

As he spoke, he swept one of his sleeves outward. Endless silk rushed out, instantly wrapping up the lantern. Not even a bit of light could penetrate it. Then, he reached out his hand. The silk tightened, and the lantern was instantly crushed to pieces.

Yu Yanluo groaned. A strand of blood trickled out from the corner of her mouth. Creating such a treasure through art would bring about a huge rebound to begin with, let alone now that it had actually been destroyed.

Uncle Ming smiled maliciously and pounced at his two opponents. Powerful winds swept over them and made it difficult for them to even breathe.

Zu An’s expression changed greatly....