Chaos came next, a flurry of motion from both sides that would be impossible for a mortal eye to properly track. Ling Qi was growing acclimated to such things though, the fast pace of cultivator combat was no longer quite so overwhelming. Yet for the first time, she found herself outsped as Chu Song let out a roar of a battlecry and swung the massive greatsword on her shoulder in a wide arc, the huge slab of metal passing inches over the head of her own ally.
A veritable wall of wind slammed into them, and Ling Qi nearly stumbled, the gale yanking violently at her clothes, even as she felt sharper gusts slashing uselessly at the reinforced silk. Meizhen stood strong and unmoved, her long white hair fanning out in a curtain behind her, whipped by the wind. She heard Su Ling grunt in pain and Li Suyin cry out as she was pushed back, but she had no time to look to them, as her watering eyes caught a silver flash in the dust kicked up by the wind, and Meizhen suddenly moved, dodging to the side as a thin, narrow blade clove through the air, only to go spinning off with an odd clang as it slammed into the mantle of water on her shoulders.
Chu had a flying sword as well it seemed, Ling Qi thought distantly as she raised her flute to her lips, her options running through her head. She would do her best supporting others in this fight, and so she needed to raise her mist, quickly followed by her new defensive arts. She began to play the first haunting notes of the Forgotten Vale, and mist billowed from every gap in her flute, already darkening with the claws and fangs of hungry phantoms.