The roaring flames turned night into day.
Shen Yunjiao's Swordsmanship was concise, with few fancy maneuvers, but it was brutally effective. With her right hand, she swung her sword—a slash here, a flick there, an occasional thrust—and each movement claimed the lives of numerous spiders, splattering blue-green blood everywhere. Her left hand was held like a claw, her fist loosely clenched.
Streams of crimson energy rose from the corpses of the Spider Demon Beasts, which she then absorbed.
Zhao Zuo was even more composed. He simply directed his black flames toward the Demon Beasts, which was enough to clear the area, though it consumed a considerable amount of his Mana.
He advanced at a steady pace, and the blanket of black flames moved with him. The scorching heat caused the air to twist and shimmer.
