In the middle of the clearing, Purple Death was clearly enjoying herself.
A bright, almost playful smile curved across her lips as she continuously pressed the attack, her aura flaring with each strike.
Shadow, clad entirely in black, was forced to retreat step by step, barely keeping up with her relentless pace.
The two of them moved so fast that afterimages filled the air.
Then—
Purple Death's smiling expression suddenly froze.
Her body stiffened for the briefest moment as she clearly sensed a gaze landing on her.
She turned her head sharply.
There, standing calmly beside the waterfall with his arms loosely crossed, was Li Feng.
The moment her eyes met his, the bright smile on her face vanished without a trace.
Disgust immediately replaced it.
Her beautiful features twisted into a cold, openly displeased expression, as if the mere sight of him had ruined her entire mood.
Without another word, she spun around and delivered a powerful kick straight into Shadow's chest.
