Beiming Xue was held in Wang Yan's embrace, also feeling the fierce killing intent emanating from behind. She knew it was hard to escape death, but for some reason, lying in Wang Yan's arms, she felt an indescribable sense of happiness and security.
Therefore, even though she was aware of the impending danger behind her, Beiming Xue felt not the slightest fear or panic.
At this moment, the demon cultivator from Japan swung down their samurai sword. This strike could not only wound Beiming Xue, but even Wang Yan seemed likely to get slashed as well.
Wang Yan's eyes turned cold, his right hand holding Beiming Xue from behind suddenly lifted, reaching upward, astonishingly aiming to grab the samurai sword held by the Japanese demon cultivator.
The demon cultivator's eyes turned cold, and exerting more force, they aimed to chop Wang Yan's right hand in two.
