At the critical moment, a voice as clear as a morning bell echoed from the cliff, "Demon, cease your madness!"
Master Yuxu descended with a step on the Bagua position, the golden silk cloud patterns on his robe glimmering under the moonlight.
He lightly swung his long sword, and the airflow stirred by the "Tai Chi Light Splitting Duster Technique" swept away all the poison needles like a mythical dragon flicking its tail.
The Wudang Seven Sons Sword Array followed closely, the seven long swords interweaving into the Beidou Star River, with sword Qi crisscrossing, causing the blood corpses to emit a chorus of wails.
Yun Wuyue stumbled and was blown backwards, her red dress fluttering in the airwaves, her eyes flashing with either hatred or envy.
Suddenly, the Blood Rakshasa charged out from the shadows, the blood-colored claw shadow clashing with Yu Fangzi's long sword, sparking a shower of sparks. "Grand Squad Leader, catch this!"
