As the sharp blade sliced through the air, a rushing sound echoed above Li Huowang's head.
Seeing the tattered robe bristling with blades descending toward him like a Blood Droplet decapitator, Li Huowang immediately chopped off two of his own fingers and flung them out.
Taking advantage of the instant the severed fingers knocked the robe aside, Li Huowang was just about to close in on the purple-lipped woman. However, Hong Da's familiar face blocked his way, and the tattered robe in the air settled squarely onto his shoulders.
Although Hong Da couldn't see Li Huowang, he seemed to have some method of sensing that someone was nearby. "Who's there!? Show yourself!"
Facing Hong Da, Li Huowang had no interest in getting entangled with him; he tore off his own face and plastered it over Hong Da's.
