Amid the shrill, invisible sword light, Mingyu and the other Horned Demon Imperial Scion were scared out of their wits.
They wanted to flee, only to discover that the strongest escape treasure in their hands—the Voidcloud Kerchief, forged by an imperial craftsman of their clan—had already been damaged by their opponent's single strike in the Yin-Yang Void Realm.
Flee?
There was nowhere to run!
"Kill!"
The Nether Desire Imperial Heir roared in desperation.
She burned her bloodline. Bloody light shone in every direction as the ten-zhang space around her abruptly expanded to a hundred zhang, filled with the shifting crimson of fresh blood.
Thirty-six pitch-black rings took on that vivid color, growing more savage still. They formed a net around the hundred-zhang crimson space and swept toward the position in the sky that her body had instinctively sensed under the threat of death.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The shrill sword light fell in an instant.
Boom!
An earth-shaking crash rang out. Dense cracks spread across the hundred-zhang space stained red with blood, and the thirty-six bloodstained rings dimmed at once.
Another instant, and they would collapse!
They were no match for even a single exchange.
"Kill!"
At the critical moment, the Giant Sword Imperial Scion charged in.
He burned his imperial bloodline, sending a column of blood qi straight into the sky.
With a massive sword blazing with blood flames over his shoulder, he thundered forward through a hundred zhang of chaotic space. All his force ran to the sword's tip and condensed into a single point as he struck at that terrifying sword light.
Boom!
"Pfft!"
The two imperial scions of the Horned Demon Race were struck as if by lightning and spat mouthfuls of blood.
Their hundred-zhang-tall bodies hurtled backward. Scales shattered across their bodies, crumbling to dust that scattered