A strange blood shadow suddenly appeared behind Qin Fengming, its entire body fused into the sea of blood, almost one with it. It seemed to have materialized out of thin air, without revealing the slightest trace.
Qin Fengming stood in the sea of blood, seemingly unaware that danger had already drawn close behind him.
The blood shadow that flashed into view had five scarlet fingers, each nail over an inch long, tough and razor-sharp, gleaming with an eerie red light that struck terror into the heart. It suddenly thrust them out without revealing the slightest trace of life.
Seeing that the young man had not reacted at all, a delighted smile appeared on the blood shadow's face.
"Pfft!" With a muffled sound, a short sword that flashed red suddenly appeared before the blood shadow's chest, where its five claws had already been raised. A streak of red light flashed, stabbing into its heart. The red gleam burst from the blood shadow's back, circled once, returned to the motionless young man's side, and vanished in a flash.
The smile on the blood shadow's face abruptly froze. It lowered its head to look at the bloody hole in its chest, confusion and unwillingness showing in its eyes.
With a flash of his form, Qin Fengming turned around. Looking at the blood shadow before him, whose face was filled with disbelief, his eyes gleamed sharply.
But in the next instant, his calm, unruffled expression suddenly tightened. His body shifted slightly, and a phantom appeared in place.
"Whoosh!" The sound of wind rang out as a blood-red claw suddenly appeared beside Qin Fengming. With one swipe, it plunged into the chest of the phantom left standing there.
"Heh, the junior is indeed vigilant. To evade this old man's attack so swiftly within my sea