The white-robed youth's heart jolted. She wanted to retract her claws, but in the end, she was still a step too late.
Suddenly, a red blur flashed past. Her sharp claws snapped apart, and the white-robed youth was blasted a hundred meters away by a terrifying force.
She spat blood and finally managed to struggle to her feet, only to see a red paper figure floating in midair.
The Ling Xiao Sect Master let out a cold laugh and said, "Do you think this sect master only knows the inheritance of Lingxiao Peak?"
"This Red Clothed Fiend was refined by this sect master herself. It's no weaker than those paper figures of yours—in fact, it's only stronger."
The white-robed youth's face darkened, and she roared, "You must die today."
The sky-shrouding black shadow appeared once more and began fiercely battling the red figure.
Both of them had already exhausted themselves, yet they still forced themselves to hold on with their final breaths.
Boom!
A moment later, accompanied by a deafening explosion, the red figure suddenly burst apart. The black shadow collapsed and disintegrated at the same time, while the Nirvana Ghost Pearl lost its luster and fell to the ground.
Both of them spat blood at once, suffering an even more terrifying backlash.
The Ling Xiao Sect Master's face was deathly pale. She panted violently, her entire body already unable to move.
The white-robed youth, however, wore a vicious look. As her lips moved, she began chanting scriptures and casting demonic sound.
The Ling Xiao Sect Master let out a soft sigh and said, "This sect master was still a little weaker."
She slowly closed her eyes and waited for death.
Just then, the demonic sound suddenly stopped. A sharp claw emerged from the darkness and pierced straight through the