On the other side, Qin Xi knew he could not keep tangling with his opponent here. Otherwise, if Ancestor Hongjun saw him like this—taking the same attack every time he struck—he would definitely hold back.
Qin Xi flashed straight to Ao Xin's side, looked at her, and said, "I'll help you."
Ao Xin looked at Qin Xi's complexion. It really did not look good.
And now the sky had slowly begun to pale with the first light of dawn. Half a night of fighting had already passed.
Unexpectedly, the Masked Man truly did have some strength. Even with several of them attacking him together, the Masked Man had still held out for this long.
Ao Xin looked at Qin Xi's extremely grim expression, and her heart tightened. She was truly very worried about Qin Xi. Looking at him, Ao Xin said, "Are you all right, Qin Xi?"
Qin Xi shook his head slightly and said to her, "I'm fine."
Then Qin Xi continued on. Raising his sword toward one of the Black-Clad Men, he thrust out, and the Black-Clad Man opposite him, as if it were truly as simple as slicing melons and chopping vegetables, lost his life.
The Black-Clad Man went limp and fell from midair to the ground. With a thud, the sound of impact rang out, kicking up a layer of dust from the ground.
The Masked Man had not expected that these Black-Clad Men of his, these Shadow Guards he had painstakingly raised with such difficulty, would be completely dealt with so quickly, so many of them cleaned up by them all.
At this moment, Ancestor Hongjun also understood Qin Xi's true purpose in leaving him. It was to give him the chance to personally deal with the Masked Man and keep him from being distracted.