A blood-red sword light shot up from below, cleaving the night sky in two.
From a great distance, it resembled a crimson aurora—cruel and bizarre, yet dazzlingly spectacular.
On the reservoir bank.
Xiao Ye barely dodged a sword strike from Luo Xiu. A chill ran through her, but she didn't dare hesitate, immediately fleeing toward the distant forest. Her speed was incredible, like an arrow released from a bowstring, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished into the pitch-black night.
Is this the power of the sword after it's been drawn? It seems I underestimated it. Was it too soon to have him draw it now? Well, what's done is done. It's useless to have regrets.
As she was lost in thought, a red shadow suddenly flashed before her. A figure wreathed in a blood-red aura appeared, moving far faster than she could and blocking her path.
She came to an abrupt halt, crouching on the branch of a large tree, her expression grave as she watched the crimson figure.
