Xie Jun suddenly gave a low shout and pulled Xiao Qinghe toward her.
A column of water as thick as an arm came hurtling through the wind and clouds.
It barely grazed Xiao Qinghe's shoulder before slamming into a nearby stall with a bang.
The water column burst apart, shattering the stall into a miserable scatter of debris.
By then, Yan Yunhe had already charged forward and engaged Luo Li in battle.
Every strike was fierce and merciless.
"Demon Clan, you've committed countless atrocities! How many innocent sect disciples did you slaughter back then? Instead of reflecting on your crimes in the Demon-Suppressing Tower, you've escaped to wreak havoc again? Today, I'll subdue you and deliver justice on heaven's behalf!"
Who knew what his folding fan was made of? With a forceful sweep, it unleashed flashes of cold light.
They shot toward Luo Li like a volley of blades.
Nothing could withstand them; every obstacle in their path was sliced apart.
Terrifying!
But the Demon Clan was no ordinary foe either.
With a flick of his red fishtail, the lake roared, rising into columns of water that forcibly blocked the cold light Yan Yunhe had unleashed.
Lake water was yielding by nature, yet those columns were hard as iron, leaving devastation wherever they passed.
For the moment, they were evenly matched.
Luo Li sneered. "I slaughtered sect disciples? They deserved to die! If they hadn't resorted to such vile methods and hurt him so badly, I wouldn't have deigned to kill you humans!"
Hurt him?
Who was "him"?
Could it be Xiao Lou?
Xiao Qinghe glanced at Xie Jun beside him. "Junior brother, you're injured. Stay here and take cover. Don't push yourself, understand?"
With that, he raised his sword and charged into the fray.
Luo Li hadn't expected Yan