Yi Chen lay sprawled on the ground.
In his field of vision, his mother was like a mountain, standing before him and taking on those four dazzling Blood-colored Dao Swords head-on.
Many horrifying wounds had appeared on his mother's body.
Yet she had not retreated even an inch!
Fresh blood sprayed from her body and splashed across his face, carrying a searing heat that felt like knives twisting through his heart.
"Mother..."
Yi Chen nearly exhausted the last shred of strength in his body as he screamed, "Dodge, hurry and dodge—!"
Lu Qingmei was drenched in blood, her injuries worsening by the moment. Yet when she heard those words, a gratified smile appeared on her face.
"Chen Er, he cannot do anything to me!"
Lu Qingmei's tone was resolute.
The black jade in her palm trembled, its clanging sword cries unceasing. She had mobilized the power of this entire secret realm to fight the four Blood-colored Dao Swords with all her strength.
"Elder Sister, why go this far?"
Yu Xun sighed. "This Yinghuo Sword Formation is a peerless killing weapon bestowed by Master. It contains a strand of Master's origin power. You cannot hold out."
The thatched cottage had long since collapsed, shattered into pieces.
Terrifying ripples of battle surged in every direction, causing the entire secret realm to quake violently.
The four Blood-colored Dao Swords raised dense, bloody sword radiance. Their power was boundless, leaving Lu Qingmei covered in wounds. It was obvious that she was on the verge of being unable to hold on.
But Lu Qingmei seemed to have thrown all caution to the wind and did not care in the slightest.
She said softly, "Chen Er, do you know where this is?"
Yi Chen looked frantic. At such a critical moment, how could his mother still