A muffled cry came from beside her. Ling Chuxi looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Ling Gusong being clawed by a demonic beast. The steel-like sharp claw slashed across his shoulder and chest, and blood immediately dyed half of his clothes red.
Ling Yichen, Yi Li, and the others were all injured, and the situation was dire.
In the red Sky, the sun and the moon shone together with the stars. In the endless wilderness, the roars of demon beasts and the shadows of swords shot into the sky. It was strange yet somewhat tragic.
"A spatial tear! Who's able to open a spatial tear at the edge? do they really want to die?" Just as Ling Chuxi was retreating back and forth in the valley, an old voice shouted from not far away.
An old man took a few big steps and rushed to the front of the demonic beast. A demonic beast roared and pounced at him, but was smacked to the ground by his palm. The demonic beast died immediately, and half of its body was blasted into the ground.
