On Chongguang Ridge, Yan Mingkong, who was searching for Xie Xingmang, suddenly had an ice-blue radiance flash in his eyes.
Without a word, she immediately sent out a sword Qi to slash at the mountain ridge below.
The moment the sword Qi landed on a certain part of the mountain ridge, the mountain rocks there suddenly exploded.
Like a fountain, a stream of blood rushed out from the ground of the mountain. It was swift and agile, escaping before Yan Mingkong's sword Qi.
The blood water instantly expanded into a blood river that flew towards the distant horizon.
Yan Mingkong was expressionless. The sword Qi that seemed to have missed was like a meandering river in the air. It turned in a graceful arc and chased after the blood river.
Daoist Banhai looked over and his eyes narrowed.
The sword energy of the woman in white was gray and no longer looked like the Underworld Sword.
The cold killing intent was gone, and it was instead quiet and peaceful.
