Entering the Demon Abyss, Returning Empty-Handed? Scraping the Ground Bare, Supreme Appraisal!

Play was play, mischief was mischief.

After entering the Demon Abyss, the Sixth Ancestor of the Lu Family directly concealed his figure, following them in a manner Lu Qingyun could not understand.

Although no sunlight could be seen within the Demon Abyss, none of the beings who came here were ordinary, so their vision was naturally unaffected.

Moreover, strange protruding stones on the rock walls would always emit a faint glow.

Demonic qi howled, and with the slightest carelessness, even a True God could perish!

As they descended, Ning Qiushui continuously formed a barrier with Saint Power, sheltering them within it.

The occasional Magic Beast that appeared would take the initiative to avoid them upon sensing Ning Qiushui's surging Saint Realm pressure, only daring to watch from afar.

Yet as they continued downward, the surrounding demonic qi grew increasingly dense, relentlessly battering Ning Qiushui's barrier.

A streak of black light flashed past. Ning Qiushui's beautiful eyes narrowed, and the longsword in her hand instantly left its sheath, turning into a white streak as sword intent surged in all directions and slashed at the claw of that unknown creature!

A clanging sound rang out, followed by a wail from the darkness.

A black claw fell down, with traces of purple-black blood still clinging to its severed end.

After returning her longsword to its white jade scabbard, Ning Qiushui looked back at Lu Qingyun.

Seeing his calm, unconcerned expression, an inexplicable blaze of anger suddenly rose within her.

So I was fighting bloodily at the front while you were loafing around in the back, huh!

Was that fair!?

Ning Qiushui thought of the Ancestor of the Lu Family, and her anger immediately diminished. She snapped mildly, "Could you walk a little faster? More than half of my Saint Power is nearly depleted.