The instant the fly whisk self-destructed, strands of its fibers swept through everything around it.
Those fibers, once as soft as silkworm silk, had now become blades that could cut through anything.
The surrounding blood mist was torn to shreds by the fibers as well.
Even the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, along with the rocks, were ground to dust beneath that terrifying force.
The enormous net formed by the Glazed Net Spirit Talisman was also slashed full of holes in that instant, utterly destroyed.
At the sight, Chu Feikong's expression changed drastically.
He had never imagined High Person Qingxia would be so ruthless and decisive, sacrificing a High-Grade Spirit Artifact for a sliver of hope of survival.
The fibers wrought astonishing destruction wherever they passed. Even with his blood demon body, he had no choice but to avoid their cutting edge for the moment.
"This woman's vicious!"
Qing Chen had been thoroughly enjoying the show, never expecting High Person Qingxia to have the self-destruction of her fly whisk up her sleeve.
Then his expression suddenly tightened.
"Damn it! What an undeserved calamity!"
Suddenly, several fibers, their residual power still unspent, slashed straight toward his hiding place.
The fibers carried terrifying force, no weaker than a strike unleashed by Xue Qingxia at full power.
Seeing no way to dodge, Qing Chen cursed inwardly. Unless he blocked them, this disaster flying at him out of nowhere would surely injure him.
Left with no choice, Qing Chen activated his body's full power, unwilling to use magic power and draw the attention of the surrounding demon beasts.
His figure shifted. As he raised his hands, several palm shadows flashed past, knocking all the incoming fibers away.
But that movement also exposed Qing Chen to everyone present.
Chu Feikong and Ding Buxing were struggling