Yun Huanling tried to crawl toward Su Jiu, but she pinned him in place with the Purple Ultimate Sword.
Blood gushed out again, staining the ground and the flowers and grass red.
Yun Huanling opened his mouth, and copious blood spilled from it. His expression was sorrowful. "Why... why are you treating me like this? What did I do wrong?"
Su Jiu's face remained cold, even carrying a faint hint of mockery.
"Who are you?" Although her divine sense was restricted, she had still realized that this person was definitely not Yun Huanling.
Had it been Yun Huanling, he would have started wailing the instant he was wounded. That fellow was timid and afraid of pain; he would never have questioned her first.
Besides, Yun Huanling would never have said those things to her.
The Yun Huanling still lying on the ground clearly had not expected Su Jiu to ask him that, and he paused.
But the pain on his face had already begun to look forced. "Su Jiu, what's wrong with you? I'm Yun Huanling!"
Su Jiu frowned. "Stop pretending. You're not him."
Now, she dared not let her guard down around any creature that appeared in the Blood Mist Jungle. Since this person had assumed Yun Huanling's appearance, they could not possibly mean her well.
Seeing that he could not fool Su Jiu, Yun Huanling suddenly laughed aloud. Then the Yun Huanling on the ground turned into a mass of dense blood mist, and even the blood that had spilled onto the ground turned into blood mist with him.
The mass of blood mist then withdrew beyond the Purple Ultimate Sword's reach and condensed into a human shape before Su Jiu once more.
Su Jiu retrieved the Purple Ultimate Sword but did not sheath it.
Even though her