The scythe swept through the air, and the sword light gradually fell.
But at that moment, a slender hand pierced through the layers of blood light, directly grasping the crimson scythe.
Marcus and the others were all shocked, "How is this possible!"
This crimson scythe was formed from the essence blood of the Blood Clan prince, nigh indestructible.
How could someone possibly hold it with one hand?
Selina was also taken aback.
Xue An just let out a light sigh, "Is this it? How boring!"
After speaking, he clenched his hand.
Crack.
The crimson scythe was crushed to pieces by Xue An's sheer force.
Then, under the horrified gaze of Marcus and the others, Xue An flicked his finger and struck.
Selina was sent flying like she had been hit by a high-speed train, breaking through three walls before she finally came to a stop.
Marcus and his companion trembled, their wings suddenly extending, ready to flee.
Xue An waved his hand.
Two pure white flames landed on them.
