Xiao Hechuan's face was ashen, and even the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
"Kill them!" The old woman spat out a mouthful of blood as she spoke to the figure. It was obvious that she was severely injured.
The man's eyes lit up and he took a step forward.
Ling Chuxi's heart tightened. She took a deep breath and suppressed her injuries to accumulate her Yuan Qi. If she were to fight against the old woman, she would still have some confidence. However, facing such a powerful and strange enemy, and with her injuries, she did not have even an ounce of confidence.
The man did not make a move but instead stared at Ling Chuxi for a long time.
Xiao Chuan's entire body trembled, and his breathing became more rapid, showing the nervousness and fear in his heart. Ling Chuxi appeared calm on the surface, but her hands were covered in cold sweat.
"Why aren't you doing anything?" The old woman urged.
