The figure fleeing frantically ahead was clad in a black robe with dark silver patterns, now soaked in blood. His left arm hung limply at his side, a clear sign of a grave injury.
It was Yin Huang.
Chasing him was a middle-aged man in the Steward's Robe of the Qingxuan Sect. He wielded a long saber, its blade flashing viciously. Every slash forced Yin Huang into a desperate struggle for his life.
"Yin Huang!"
Yin Wugou roared, the terrifying aura of his Second Grade Cultivation erupting from him.
His body transformed into a streak of black light, shooting straight for the Qingxuan Sect Steward.
However—
Just as he was about to reach him.
The Qingxuan Sect Steward suddenly stopped.
He glanced up at Yin Wugou, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint, subtle smirk.
The next instant, the saber in his hand abruptly accelerated.
The blade's light flashed like a bolt of silk, carving a grim arc through the night.
"No—!"
