Two women held demon soldiers in hand, demonic light flickered, and they were on guard.
Jin Rou'Er wielded a Blood Transformation Demon Saber, demon patterns wandered across it.
This was the one she recently refined.
The original saber had been lent to Hua Yanting to plot against Shen Xuan.
Now, it quietly lay in his storage pouch.
Hua Yanting grabbed a slender demon sword, its blade dark like a venomous snake's tongue.
Fear was strong and evident in both women's eyes.
Their condition was already poor.
Jin Rou'Er's purple robe was torn in several spots, faintly revealing an inner armor.
Hua Yanting's breath was weak, her face pale, with an unhealed wound on her shoulder, faintly radiating an aura of burning.
"Who exactly are you?"
Jin Rou'Er fixed her gaze on Shen Xuan, disbelief lacing her voice.
She had not expected anyone to break through the array.
Moreover, he appeared unscathed.
"That's not important."
Shen Xuan pointed a finger.
