Baiyu was feeling rather uncomfortable at the moment due to the painful maid's attack.
There's no way to dodge it.
Being hit feels extremely unpleasant, each strike feels like having needles piercing his brain, causing severe spiritual damage.
After dodging a few blows in succession,
the painful maid's attacks became more frequent, and the black-brown long whip in her hand drew phantom trails each time it lashed out, immediately appearing on Baiyu's body and causing immense damage.
In a short period of time,
the golden body of Baiyu's upper body was already covered in scars.
"What kind of attack is this? Are all the named ones of the Red Cup so peculiar?"
Baiyu inwardly complained as he retreated.
On the other side, Qian Xin seemed to be doing well, gradually gaining the upper hand in her battle against another painful maid.
"Stripping!"
At this moment, Qian Xin extended her right hand, a spiritual light blossoming on it.
