Amid searing firelight and shattered walls.
After a bitter battle, Chen Kong and Vivian had finally cleared out, for the moment, the dense army of lingering souls Chen Xing had unleashed.
He braced both hands on his knees. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead, striking the scorching ground and evaporating into visible white mist.
"Phew."
Chen Kong shook his heavy head. Sweat-dampened hair clung to his forehead, and the scattered tips sent a fine itch crawling across his skin.
But Chen Kong had no time to worry about that now.
Because Chen Xing, in the distance, had already placed her hand on the Demonic Blade embedded in the ground and was slowly drawing it free.
As the blade scraped against the concrete, it gave off a low, chilling sound.
Under Bloodflame's glow, Chen Xing drew out that exaggerated two-meter Demonic Blade.
The blade reflected the blood-red firelight, radiating a heart-quailing pressure.
She stared at Chen Kong not far away and slowly said, "You've improved a little, at least. You weren't foolish enough to disappoint me completely. But..."
Dragging the Demonic Blade behind her, Chen Xing walked toward Chen Kong and Vivian. Wherever the tip passed, it plowed a trench through the ground, one that burned with Bloodflame.
At the same time, crimson flames suddenly burst from her cuffs and trouser hems. The clothes on her body were swiftly devoured and wrapped in those Bloodflames, which ultimately replaced part of her clothing and exposed her sharply defined abdomen.
After the Star Mark on her lower abdomen lit up with an eerie red glow, a pair of blood-red horns like those of a demon violently pierced through her skin and grew from Chen Xing's forehead.
Screech—!
Amid the scraping of the dragged blade, Chen Xing said coldly,