Su Jiu had launched that row of ice blades at precisely the right moment, separating Yun Huanling from the magic beast at the very last instant.
But helping someone else had left Su Jiu in a far worse position.
The magic beast facing her seized the opportunity to swipe at her with both claws again.
She dodged one, but her sluggish movements left her unable to evade the other.
Her sleeve tore, followed immediately by the sound of blades slicing into flesh.
Within mere breaths, Su Jiu's arm was stained red.
Although her clothes concealed the wound beneath, it took little imagination to know the sight would be too ghastly to bear.
That was the price of dividing her attention.
Meanwhile, Yun Huanling reacted accordingly when the magic beast attacked again.
The Yun Huanling who rose to his feet had shed his earlier caution and unease. His fighting style was now far more unrestrained, utterly heedless of his own life.
He was even more reckless than the magic beast facing him.
Indeed, the one who stood up again was not the Yun Huanling Su Jiu knew, but his splintered secondary personality, A Huan.
An exceptionally cruel smile played at his lips. He merely glanced disdainfully at his wounds before meeting the magic beast's attack head-on.
When facing magic beasts like this, Yun Huanling preferred dodging and setting formations, but A Huan preferred striking back with the Nine-Bend Compass.
A Huan and the compass shared a strong rapport-at least, it was a rapport never seen in Yun Huanling.
His hands continually formed hand seals, sending intricately interwoven golden and silver threads flying from the compass, straight toward the magic beast's weak points.
Perhaps because his presence had changed, the magic beast facing Yun Huanling actually felt a hint of pressure from