Another dark-clad figure was caught, and Lu Chuan defeated it with an overwhelming victory.
The dark-clad figure, kicked away with a flying foot, slammed heavily into a tree trunk, emitting a pitiful howl, its body limp and powerless.
Lu Chuan strode forward quickly, crouching in front of her.
This time, Lu Chuan did not decisively execute the Soul Terminating Sword to slay the evil spirit.
Instead, he preserved the last bit of the evil spirit's strength, allowing it to cling to life desperately.
At this moment, Zhao Kanglong from behind him was running towards Lu Chuan as if his life depended on it.
He ran madly, breathing heavily, his entire being consumed by panic, not daring to look around or look back, his eyes fixed only on the figure of Lu Chuan.
"Benefactor! You're running too fast!"
Out of breath, he drew near to Lu Chuan, and only then did the lurking dangers around him gradually recede.
