Yan Hui had just come to his senses when he looked up and saw the breathtaking sight of blue feathers drifting across the sky. He was mesmerized, but when he saw the Myriad Poison Sect disciples falling one after another, his expression instantly changed to shock.
Everything the blue feathers touched, whether stone, wood, or flesh, was pierced and sliced apart.
"Those feathers are knives, aren't they?" Yan Hui was dumbstruck by the beautiful yet horrifying scene before him.
"Yun Ji!" The flute music stopped, and Wu Dayi appeared beside Luo Yunji. Seeing him covered in wounds, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Wu Dayi hurriedly called He Dazhi over to examine him.
Not far away, Zhang Xiaofan saw Luo Yunji's wretched condition too. The clear, misty aura of spiritual energy around him instantly turned black, tinged with crimson. Green light enveloped the Fire Poker in his hand, and the scarlet bead at its tip now glimmered with an eerie, bloody light.
"You old geezer! How dare you hurt my junior brother!" Zhang Xiaofan swept the Fire Poker, which he had held across his chest, fiercely to the side. A clear, misty aura mixed with blood-red light swirled around the poker. The blood nearby—on the ground, on corpses, and even in the wounds of the living—was drawn toward it, converging on the Fire Poker in his hand.
"The Bloodthirsty Orb!" Blackheart Elder saw this and immediately felt alarm bells ring in his heart. He was filled with wariness.
The Bloodthirsty Orb had once been Blackheart Elder's famous magical treasure. Its fearsome reputation alone had been enough to send people fleeing, let alone now, when it seemed to have fully unleashed its ferocity in Zhang Xiaofan's hands.
Zhang Xiaofan had never seen Luo Yunji get hurt before, much