The pitch-black saber light, condensed from pure killing intent, became a roaring black tiger and silently pounced on the pale figure at the center of the altar.
Shen Biluo, who had been guiding the Blood Array with her eyes closed, suddenly stiffened. A bone-piercing chill erupted behind her and instantly spread through her entire body.
Her eyelashes trembled, and her tightly closed eyes snapped open as she drew on blood energy to heal her injuries.
Her normally sinister eyes were now filled with horror.
Her Divine Sense, at the perfection of the first realm, could detect neither saber force nor a surge of air. Yet she sensed a pure, supremely condensed intent of death that had locked onto her.
I can't escape. If I can't dodge this strike, I'll die.
In that lightning-flash instant, Shen Biluo did not even have time to look back at her attacker. She made the fastest-and most vicious-decision possible.
She abruptly raised an uninjured arm and reached through the air toward the tall, thin man in black robes on the other side of the Blood Pool, who was watching the battle intently.
He was her fellow Nine Evil Sect elder, Zhao Fengxian.
Zhao Fengxian, who had been suppressing Qinggang County's martial artists, had yet to understand what was happening when an irresistible force struck from behind and hauled him into the air.
He flew upward against his will, hurtling toward Shen Biluo.
Only once he was airborne did he see the black tiger pouncing out of the snowy night's darkness behind Shen Biluo.
There was not a trace of life in that tiger's eyes, only a pure will of destruction that sought to tear apart and devour everything.
Zhao Fengxian's pupils shrank to pinpoints at the sight. He tried to resist, but could not overcome