Floating in the air, Yan Zijin looked at Rhudamanth, who was standing there silent amidst this chaos.
She kept a keen watch on him to see if he was taking advantage of this chaotic situation while Ji Shuang was dealing with the Paragons.
...
Zhao Tian and Yao Jing moved through the ranks of the evil cultivators, severing limbs and cutting down enemies in their path.
Yet, even as Zhao Tian parried another blow, his instincts flared with an urgent warning—something was coming. Something deadly.
In the next instant—
SWOOSH!
A glint of steel flashed toward his throat and his body reacted before his mind could fully process the attack as he twisted sharply to the side.
A cold kiss of metal grazed his skin as a single line of red appearing on his cheek.
No warning, no presence—just sheer killing intent.
Zhao Tian's eyes flickered to the figure that had appeared out of nowhere.
