Although Yan Chihuo cried out a warning, the enemy struck far too swiftly and viciously. Heaven-Hate True Lord was killed on the spot, while a streak of golden light smashed Ao Yin's head to pieces. Che Qiongying and Ao Yu were each struck by a streak of silver light as well. Even with their formidable strength, the two were sent flying backward.
The two steadied themselves in midair. Ao Yu's golden scales over his chest had shattered, blood gushing ceaselessly from the wound. His face was deathly pale. That blow had nearly gouged out his heart—it was the most perilous moment he had ever faced in his life. Though Ao Yu's cultivation was profound and his courage immense, the thought of it still sent a chill through him.
Che Qiongying looked even worse than Ao Yu. Both her arms, from the elbows down, had vanished completely. She opened her mouth and spat out two streaks of white light, which landed upon her wounds. Two arms immediately grew from within the white radiance. Yet she could not hold back another mouthful of blood, which she spat out at once.
Gui Xing and Ao Li had not been injured, not because the two demons possessed any exceptional ability, but because their opponent had simply not attacked them.
Ao Yu, Ao Li, Gui Xing, and Che Qiongying looked over, only to see two identical middle-aged men, around forty, standing at the doorway.
The two middle-aged men were identical not only in features and appearance, but even in their savage, fiendish expressions. The only difference was that one wore white and the other red. The man in white radiated a chill like ten-thousand-year mystic ice, while heat rolled off the man in red like waves from a blazing furnace.
The two middle-aged men flickered,