Those threads seemed like countless sharp knives, instantly slicing the Monkey Demon into countless fragments.
Then they disappeared without a trace, leaving only ripples of blood spreading out.
Seeing this scene, the two of them were shocked.
Jiang Shouzhong knitted his sword-like brows, gazing at the calm black lake, said, "Could this be a dead end?"
Jiang Yi tore a piece of her clothing, and with a slight twist of her wrist, tossed it high above the lake's surface.
As soon as the cloth entered the space above the deep lake, countless white threads, as thin as hair yet gleaming with a chilling cold light, shot out from the lake water in an instant.
The cloth was instantly shredded into fine powder, disappearing without a trace.
Even in just that brief moment, the intense killing aura released made Jiang Shouzhong's spine chill, and a cold sensation shot up from his tailbone.
"It seems using Qinggong to cross is also not feasible."
