"Break!" Lin Yaqin swung her sword and struck at the fog dragon claw.
The sword energy sliced through the air with a sharp whistle. It transformed into a terrifying river of blood that appeared to surge forth from the underworld. It carried immense force, rolling violently and crashing ruthlessly into the fog dragon claw.
There was a deafening explosion!
The surroundings trembled. Even with the support of the fog, the fog dragon claw was still pierced by the blood-red river. Although the river had lost more than half of its power and only retained one-tenth of its strength, it continued to surge toward the Heavenly Mist Demon.
Ye Chen's eyes widened. Lin Yaqin's strike was truly fearsome. If she had unleashed this blood-colored attack while pursuing him, he would not have survived until he reached the cliff.
Even with only one-tenth of its power remaining, this blood river was formidable.
