An unnatural, feverish flush colored Bai Zhi's face as she frantically absorbed the Miasma Soul Crystal above her head, her eyes a solid crimson.
Seemingly having lost her mind, she charged recklessly toward the edge of the arena, only a few steps away from success.
"The spot is mine!" she shrieked.
Just then, a burly figure darted in from the side like a phantom.
"Luo Li, what are you doing?" Bai Zhi cried out in terror.
The man's face was savage. Blood Qi roiled around him, faintly coalescing into the ghostly images of wailing, tormented faces. It was none other than Luo Li, the Altar Master of the Blood Fiend Altar and a practitioner of the Blood Evil Soul-Stealing Skill.
"You fool! You're not going anywhere!"
Luo Li let out a savage laugh. His massive hand, covered in a dense, bloody light, shot toward Bai Zhi's back.
With her mind mostly addled by the Miasma, Bai Zhi's reaction was a beat too slow. Her Protective Demonic Light tore apart like paper.
SQUELCH!
