No matter what, the sudden sword strike had already come slashing down.
Originally, she could have stayed away. After all, Ye Honglian had no good reason to avenge Young Master Yan Hui.
Yet she had come anyway.
So crazed, so desperate.
And so, with no thought for the consequences, she had charged into Wang Xian's world like lightning... only to stumble, by sheer mischance, into this mysterious tower.
She had not even had time to pray that nothing would go wrong...
Before she knew it, the formation inside the tower had activated, and the scene before her had changed in an instant.
The sword that came from the void was unstoppable in Ye Honglian's eyes. All she could do was swing her sword on instinct!
A longsword stood poised in the void, then came crashing down like lightning!
Was this sword about to strike down here?
The instant she swung, Ye Honglian let out a piercing scream that shook the soul!
It had been so long—so very long—since she had truly fought for her life!
The void!
The sword fell!
It was a demonic sword! Thick demonic energy, carrying a trace of ancient, blood-soaked power!
In that split second, all the spiritual power in her body surged into the spirit sword in her right hand.
All her strength and cultivation poured into that one sword strike!
One sword to shock the soul!
Sword Qi cut like a fierce wind. Spiritual energy turned to flame and surged into Ye Honglian's arm.
Faced with the bloodthirsty force sweeping from the void, a blaze of fury rose in her heart, and she couldn't help roaring!
She stepped forward!
And slashed straight at it!
The demonic aura was ancient and desolate!
It descended, enveloping her with an air of absolute supremacy!
In a flash,