Clang!
Just as Ling Yun was about to cleave Bai Ji in two, a pitch-black figure suddenly appeared and blocked the fatal strike for her.
Ling Yun narrowed his eyes and focused his gaze.
Beneath his blade stood a somewhat familiar monster.
It was the size of a seven- or eight-year-old child, covered in jet-black fur, and vaguely resembled an ape.
Its defenses were incredibly formidable as well; it had actually blocked a strike of his Blood Blade Manifestation with its flesh alone!
His blade was lodged firmly half an inch into its chest, unable to advance another fraction.
Blood energy scorched its flesh, immediately making it let out a baby's cry.
The sound was like demonic music drilling into one's ears, impossible to guard against.
Yet Ling Yun seemed completely unaffected. No matter how it struggled, the arm holding his saber did not tremble in the slightest.
Still, hearing that familiar cry stirred up a memory in Ling Yun's mind, and he began to recall.
Wasn't this ghostly thing a replica of the Evil Spirit he had slain at Black Tiger Martial Hall?
Only, compared to that one, this creature was far stronger in both size and every other aspect.
While his thoughts raced, Bai Ji seized the chance to escape his attack range.
Looking at Ling Yun, who was still confronting the Demon Child in the distance, a trace of lingering fear flashed through her eyes. Just a moment ago, she had nearly been separated from her head.
But that fear was soon washed away by fury. All these years, no one had ever forced her into such a miserable state!
Gritting her teeth, she pulled a blood-red token from her robes. Looking at the skull carved upon it, she unhesitatingly condensed a drop of blood essence and